Chapter 313 Fate Still Tangles

• After a long night, the booze wore off, and Conrad Heathcliff was crystal clear.
• Last night’s scene was still fresh. Anything about Angela Banner lived carved into his hippocampus—he wouldn’t forget a second, even drunk.
• Ms. Poller (in dialogue) brought in breakfast. “Young master, have some chia seed pudding porridge to warm your stomach. You already had gastric bleeding. You really can’t drink anymore.”