Chapter 25

Raymond once took Catherine to the hotel. Before Raymond could unbutton his shirt, Randolph arrived with the police. He was utterly terrified. Consequently, their car had become their only haven for intimacy. But how could they be intimate with Perseus shamelessly tagging along? "Nope," Catherine responded, "He said he has a car and can drive himself to work." Raymond's jaw dropped. "He has a car? Where did he find the money to buy one? Didn't you say his family was poor and borrowed a lot of money from yours?" "He claims he borrowed the car. Who knows?" Catherine's exquisite face showed traces of sarcasm. "I wouldn't be surprised if it's some beat-up ten-year-old Honda. That car is barely worth anything, and it's probably on the verge of being scrapped." "Exactly. Who would help an ex-convict? It's disgraceful." Raymond chuckled, relieved that Perseus hadn't joined them for the ride, giving him a chance to advance further with Catherine. "Hmph! If it wasn't for my dad's sake,