Chapter 1149 If You Don’t Come Back, I Swear I Won’t Cut My Hair
- The next morning, before Leander Inglewood even got out of bed, Preston Chishire started blowing up his phone.
- When he saw the caller ID, a hard, ruthless look flashed in his sleepy eyes.
- Still, he picked up. His voice was rough, still hazy with last night’s booze and a bad case of sleep grump: “Who is it? Calling this early—got a death wish?”