Chapter 161 His Name Is Randall

She grabbed her car keys and stormed downstairs, her heels clicking against the steps like a ticking clock. Meanwhile, I dragged my aching body out of bed, my head pounding like a jackhammer. I stumbled to the balcony, staring out at the torrential rain. Her sleek, black luxury car gleamed in the gloomy weather, headlights cutting through the downpour as it disappeared from view without hesitation. At that moment, the candy she handed me earlier left a bitter taste in my mouth—so bitter it made me wince. It wasn't just bitter on my tongue; it gnawed at my heart. I clenched my teeth and decided to dig up some dirt on Randall. It wasn't exactly hard. Yvette had given me plenty of money over the years, but I'd always been frugal, barely touching it. This time, though, I went all in. I spent big bucks for answers. It didn't take long before every detail about Randall was right in front of me. The file landed in front of me, neat and complete. On the cover was a picture of Randall,