Chapter 212 It Must Be Like This

• “Dammit, Sally, I told you to watch for the Narendelle War God. Why are you staring at that jerk Pierre Cook?”
• Wendy Mills, waiting on the side and getting antsy, snapped when she heard Sally Quinn gasp.
• “I don’t see the Narendelle War God. I only see Pierre Cook and that Brewster Clinton on stage,” Sally said, peering through the binoculars at the scene inside Laurel Hotel while explaining to Wendy.