The cost would be several thousand dollars, and Maxwell could afford it.
He had money to keep a mistress but no money to arrange a confinement center for his wife?
What a joke.
When I met Maxwell, he was my client.
He was a public official, and a piece of land that the real estate company I worked for needed to acquire fell under his jurisdiction. That was how I met him.
He wasn't in a high position, but he had power alright.
I was the team leader of the project team. To make him say yes, I first invited him to dinner and drinks and then sent him some valuable gifts, but he returned them all.
I was impressed and felt something for him, but not much.
After the bidding was successful, Maxwell suddenly started to pursue me passionately.
I was a little surprised and at a loss.
The first time I went to his college class reunion with him, at the dinner table, one of his friends had a slip of the tongue.
"You look exactly like her."
After going back, I asked him non-stop who the person had referred to.
He remained silent.
At the wedding, a woman in a white dress sat in the guest seat.
I saw the unwillingness in her eyes.
I also saw the deep sadness in Maxwell's eyes.