Chapter 267 You Want to Act Cheap? Fine, I’ll Indulge You
- The fat guy clearly had his own plan. He whipped out his phone, glared at Timothy Lavette, and went to dial.
- When no one picked up, he snorted, “Just wait to die.”
- The call connected fast. The fat guy’s face flipped in a heartbeat—groveling, voice respectful. “Mr. Thorette, this is Miss.”