Chapter 642 Bloodhawk King

• The sun climbed, its warm light pouring through the floor‑to‑ceiling windows onto a wide bed.
• On the bed, a shirtless man lay snoring, an arm wrapped around each of two gorgeous women.
• Momo and Lily rested their heads against Lewis Snow’s arm. Two tear tracks still streaked their cheeks, and their bright eyes stayed locked on the man sprawled on the bed—itching to tear him limb from limb. Too bad he’d sealed their acupuncture points; all they could do was glare.