Chapter 141. Crack

The lights of Manhattan flickered from the tall windows of Harry’s Upper East Side mansion. The modern Victorian-style building stood proudly among the rows of elite town houses. Tonight, New York City was shrouded in a light fall fog, creating a golden halo around the trees surrounding the property.

Harry stood in front of the large windows of the second floor living room, a glass of whiskey in his hand. This three-story house with luxurious interiors usually felt like a sanctuary, where he could take a break from the hustle and bustle of the business world. The crystal chandelier hanging from the high ceiling emitted a warm golden light, contrasting with the cold atmosphere between the two people in the room.

Alice, with long flowing black hair and a short black Valentino dress, sat on the long white sofa. Her delicate fingers fiddled with the wine glass, her eyes not leaving Harry’s well-built back in a long-sleeved white shirt rolled up to the elbows. A subtle clinki