Chapter 176 If You Don’t Plan Ahead, Trouble Comes Fast

• “Quit staring. You’re about to drool.” Timothy Lavette strolled over and tapped the table.
• Old Fuchen snapped back to reality and chuckled. “You don’t get it. I was reading their fate. That’s peeking—cough, peering into the heavens. You wouldn’t understand.”
• “Please. You already slipped.” Timothy curled his lip, set the beers on the table, and cracked a few open in front of the old man.