Chapter 173 Best Friend Dad

• As soon as he heard the last car zoom off, George let his fork clatter on the plate, his lips pressed together. Cheryl looked at him, his hands clasped together in a pressured manner. He looked like he wanted to kill someone with his bare hands, and judging from how large they were, he wouldn't need much time and energy to drain the life out of fucking Darren.
• "Are you fine?"
• The question seemed to have triggered him as he glared at her, his jaws clenched.