Chapter 79 A Chance Meeting with Laurel Torres

• Just before dawn, Lewis Snow watched three Ferrari FLs pull away from the strip of bars. He’d finally hustled the three girls into heading home.
• He was about to leave too when a few figures appeared in the distance, making him stop in his tracks.
• Not far from the bars, Laurel Torres was in a sultry outfit—short hair dyed a riot of colors, a high, full chest, a bare navel, her head slouched like she didn’t care. She looked drunk, or close enough.