Chapter 230 Fergal Conway Kneels

• The cab driver froze, then glanced down at his phone. The live feed was zoomed tight on Mark Brooks’s face.
• “You girls love chasing celebrities and calling them ‘Honey, Honey,’ don’t you? That’s not a star—he’s just the boss of a small company here in Skyrion,” the driver chuckled.
• “Chasing stars? That’s my Honey, Mark! What’s going on—why is he fighting someone?” Laurel was already digging in her bag for her phone, panic edging her voice.