Chapter 181 The Secret Between Mia And Her Brother

• I sat in the driver's seat and peered through the window as Frade and the bartender dragged the intoxicated Iverson out of the pub with his head hung low. On their way to the car, Iverson even sprayed vomit on Frade's suit.
• Frade and the bartender worked together to put Iverson on the back seat, and he couldn't help complaining, "This guy is really heavy."
• I scowled as I saw the intoxicated man. He smelled like alcohol, which made the air in the car disgusting. I'm beginning to regret my involvement. Mickle should be the one to clean up this mess.