บท 13: Chapter 13

　　Roman braced himself as the gates to his father’s property opened. This wasn’t the house he had been raised in. This monstrosity was a status symbol acquired at the insistence of his father’s latest wife.

　　He drove past the manicured gardens to park in front of the house and then sighed as he got out of his car. It was his fault. If he had come for breakfast instead of lunch, he would have avoided this.

　　He reached into the car and grabbed the box of imported cigars on the passenger seat. He never bought anything for his dad’s wife, though he had never been questioned about it. Not that his opinions about his father’s wives had ever made a difference or counted for anything.