Chapter 73 Can’t Believe I’m Lusting After A “Ugly” Woman

• The typhoon hadn’t fully left Baycrest yet. All day, the sun was thin and pale, and a lazy gust kept brushing by.
• After yesterday’s pounding, the courtyard’s flowers and potted trees leaned crookedly, branches snapped, petals scattered, leaves everywhere. The gardener hadn’t had time to fix it up.
• So at dusk today, the Hoffman estate looked like a gloomy oil painting with a touch of decay.