As Morgan drove Ray back to the mall street where Ray was currently living, he slowed the car as they got closer.
"I think we're at the wrong place," he asked Ray, a hint of confusion in his voice.
Ray looked at the familiar road. "No, we aren't. I live there."
"Isn't this place bought by the Dunkens?" Morgan questioned, his brows furrowing.
Ray nodded, a slight sigh escaping him. "Unfortunately, yes. But I have a day to move from this place."
"Oh," Morgan understood, a realization dawning on him. "Then it's good you're moving today."
He then added, "I've informed the movers; they will be here soon." With that, he drove into the mall street and stopped right in front of Ray's apartment building.
Ray didn't have much to pack, and Morgan helped him like a personal servant.
In Morgan's mind, 'He lives here!'
It was hard to believe, given Ray's obvious wealth, that he was staying in such a modest place.
