Chapter 17 Max's Plan

• The young man kept his eyes locked on Oliver, who still couldn’t process the fact that he had just been slapped.
• Pinky shot up from her seat and hurried to her husband, Max Carl — the one responsible for the blow — fussing over him as though Oliver had thrown boiling oil instead of water. She dabbed at his suit with quick, fawning hands.
• “How dare you act so dumb?” she scolded Oliver without looking up. “Do you even realize how much this outfit costs? This alone could keep you fed for a century!”