Sebastian looked at Sean in the front seat. "Sean, did you find a villa nearby like I asked?"
Sean replied, "Sir, I've looked at all the villas around here, and there's nothing suitable. The properties here are all very nice, few are vacant, and none are listed for sale."
The villas here are in high demand. The families who live here are all prominent. It's almost impossible to find one.
Sebastian frowned. Money could solve anything. "Keep looking. Find a good real estate agent and ask around. See if anyone is willing to sell for a high price."
Sean thought for a moment and decided to share his opinion.
"Sir, your problem with Ms. Sanders isn't about where you live. It's about everything you've done in the past that broke her heart. Sir, why don't you try treating her well? She loves you so much, I'm sure she'll come around."
Sebastian's brow tightened. He had no interest in hearing such useless advice.
The villa they had lived in when they were married had indeed been decorated to Joanna's tastes.
Forget Natalie; even he didn't want to live there now.
Joanna had even gotten involved with thugs. The thought of it disgusted him.
Thankfully, he had never touched that woman. The most physical contact they'd had was her leaning against his chest.
He saw Natalie with Marshall.
It was just like the pain and anger Natalie must have felt seeing him with Joanna. It was not a good feeling.
Sebastian closed his eyes, and memories of their time together flooded his mind like a relentless tide.
He had a weak stomach, and Natalie was always finding ways to help him manage it. No matter how late he came home, she would have a late-night snack waiting for him.
Now, she had been gone for almost a year, and he found he was less and less able to cope. His stomach problems flared up often, and she was no longer there to fuss over him.

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