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CHAPTER FOUR<br />

TYERSALL PARK, SINGAPORE<br />

Rachel and her best friend Peik Lin stood on the veranda, looking at the figure of Nick in<br />

the distance as he disappeared into a wooded part of the garden.<br />

“He’s been like this for the past week. Going off for walks on his own in the afternoons.<br />

I think he’s saying goodbye to the place, in his own way,” Rachel said.<br />

“Is there nothing more that can be done?” Peik Lin asked.<br />

Rachel shook her head sadly. “No, we already agreed to sell yesterday. I know it makes<br />

no sense, since we’ve just come into a huge windfall, but my heart still hurts for Nick. It’s<br />

like I’m in sync with his every emotion.”<br />

“I wish I could find someone I could be in sync with like that,” Peik Lin sighed.<br />

“I thought there was some secret new Mr. Perfect you promised to tell me about ‘when<br />

the time was right’?”<br />

“Yeah, I thought so too. I thought I’d finally met a guy who wasn’t intimidated by me,<br />

but like all the other losers, he disappeared with no explanation.”<br />

“I’m sorry.”<br />

Peik Lin leaned on the veranda railing and squinted into the afternoon sun.<br />

“Sometimes I feel like it would be far easier not to tell guys that I went to Stanford, that I<br />

run a huge property development company, that I actually love what I do.”<br />

“Peik Lin, that’s total bullshit and you know it. If a guy can’t handle exactly who you<br />

are, then he clearly doesn’t deserve you!” Rachel scoffed.<br />

“Damn right he doesn’t! Now, let’s go get smashed. Where do they keep the vodka<br />

around here?” Peik Lin asked.<br />

Rachel led Peik Lin back into her bedroom and showed her a small button by the<br />

bedside wall. “Now, here’s one thing I’m really going to miss about Tyersall Park. You<br />

press this button and a bell rings downstairs somewhere. And before you can even count<br />

to ten—”<br />

Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door, and a young maid entered the room with a<br />

curtsy. “Yes, Mrs. Young?”

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