Chapter 222 Deep Blue Kiss (3)
- “You’ve got some damn nerve, mouthing off to me! Security! Where the hell are the guards?”
- Flynn Goldack spun around and shouted, then jabbed a finger at Marc Egerton, snarling, “I’ll have you dragged out flat today, you little punk!”
- A few burly guards rushed over and bowed respectfully to Flynn Goldack. “Mr. Flynn, what are your orders?”