Chapter 829 The Black Market Entrance

• “Ms. Amelia, our bar’s temporarily closed for repairs. If you’re here for a drink, I’m afraid we can’t serve you today.” For the number written on that check from Paul Kenneth, the bartender decided he could overlook who’d left him and his place in such a wreck.
• Livi blinked, tugged over a chair that was still mostly in one piece, sat at the bar, and propped her chin on one hand as she watched the bartender’s smiling face.
• “Your bar’s already been shot to hell, and you’re still here polishing glasses?”