Chapter 112 She Made Him Who He Was

• In the helicopter, Vine’s grandfather continued to ask what was happening. No one cared to explain anything to him. Instead, a ruckus had broken up between Vine and lady Pinkerton. Tempers were flaring, and Vine being Vine, was still talking in his usual irritatingly calm tone; bombarding the woman; with no ounce of respect whatsoever.
• “You don’t talk to me like that, Vine,” the woman cried.
• “I can talk to you whichever way I want.” Vine sneered.