Chapter 437: Boot-Licker

After he confiscated these few things, he returned the rest to them. He really wanted to tell them to get out. It was only because there were other guests in the restaurant that he suppressed this crude remark. Alan stroke his wife’s hair. She was smarter and more cunning than he thought. She had an independent manner. Maybe, he was being too nervous about that little worry. When Olive returned to her office, the little commotion in the restaurant had already spread through various network lines,...