As Frank and Drunken Moon chatted, a thirtyish man opened the door. His


    tailored suit was draped lopsidedly, and stubble grew all over his chin.


    On top of that, there were wide dark circles under his eyes, both of which were


    bloodshot.


    "Drunken Moon?" His eyes lit up when he realized who it was, but only for a


    second as his gaze soon dulled again.


    Drunken Moon turned to Frank. "Allow me to introduce you to a friend, Lugh


    Frankton. Lugh, this is my friend Zein Dunham. You can just call him Zein."


    After the men shook hands, Zein ushered them inside and made them tea.


    Then, he curled into himself as he sat on a couch, looking miserably insomniac.


    "You don''t look like yourself," Drunken Moon pointed out, puzzled. "Did you suffer


    some sort of trauma?"


    Zein smiled wryly. "You never know what could happen to you, I guess. Live and


    let live."


    Drunken Moon looked around and realized that all of Zein''s wedding photos were


    gone.


    In fact, anything that had to do with Dani Farron, Zein''s wife, was nowhere to be


    seen, a clear sign of a divorce.


    Drunken Moon then remembered that Dani''s family owed almost a million in debt


    when she married Zein. It was Zein who worked to clear her debt, but it seems


    that she had divorced him after she became debt-free.


    It was simply sickening.


    "Everyone told you that the bitch was horrible, but you doubted us." Drunken


    Moon smirked. "Toote now, is it?"


    They were close enough to snark at each other anyway, so she was blunt about


    her opinion.


    And her words really infuriated Zein,


    who picked up her teacup and


    smashed it on the floor, yelling, "If


    not for me, those loan sharks


    would''ve sold her to some


    third-world country!


    "And now, after she met a rich prick, not only did she run away with him, but she


    had to hurt me too!"


    "What?!"


    Drunken Moon was furious too-Dani''s behavior was simply sickening. She really


    was biting the hand that fed her!


    Zein sighed as he sat on the couch. "Thank goodness you came, or I would have


    toe to you up the mountains. That would really be a pain...


    "Well, you''ve seen me now. You


    should go if there''s nothing


    else-don''t get involved with people


    like me, because this is what I


    deserve. No reason for you to get


    into trouble... just stick to your work,


    and you''ll be fine."


    While Zein was being stubborn, Drunken Moon was no Dani either.


    Since she earnestly considered Zein a friend, she would never give up on him!


    "I don''t recall any issues with yourpany," she pressed. "Why are you acting


    as if she''d definitely seed in a takeover without letting you have a cent?"


    Zein shook his head, exasperated. "I was so stupid to have left all vital operations


    in her care, allowing her to take everything before I realized it."


    Drunken Moon pointed out, "Then you can sue her for embezzlement!"


    Zein smiled wryly, shaking his head.


    "I thought so too, but she has


    leverage against me. She warned


    me that if I ever took action against


    her, she would pour my mother''s


    ashes into a pig sty."


    Drunken Moon nodded-Zein held his mother in high regard because his family


    was poor and depended on his motherpletely for their livelihood.


    Even if she was gone now, Zein remained ever grateful to her.


    Moreover, it was a local tradition to never throw away a deceased''s ashes, or it


    would mean torment in the afterlife for the dead.