Chapter 641 The Grand Finale

• While talking, Jodie Logan shot Eric Goodwell a sideways look, chin tipped up like a peacock fanning its tail, staring down at him like he was some plucked chicken. The arrogance was off the charts.
• Right now, Eric couldn’t care less what Jodie, Chris Reid, Quinn Jasper, or Yvonne Sand were thinking. He didn’t bother explaining a thing. In his head, he muttered:
• “Not even trying to be human—like, the ultimate level of it.”