That night, Rhys went to a clinic to get his dislocated wrist fixed. On his way home, the more he thought about what had happened, the more humiliated he felt.

"Damn it!" He spat on the ground. If he hadn't been living such a good life for a long time, he wouldn't have lost to that bitch tonight!

"How humiliating!" Rhys swore while entering his house.

When he saw Mark sitting in his living room, he jumped. "M-Mark! You've returned. I was wondering why I didn't see your car at the restaurant.