Chapter 898: I Have No Patience for Vice

The next morning, Jimmy Yale still hadn't gotten out of bed when a frantic pounding on the door jolted him awake. "Who is it?" Sophie Lowell slipped out of his arms, rubbed at her eyes, and asked in a thick, sleepy voice. "No idea," Jimmy muttered. He pushed himself up, yawned hard enough to water his eyes, and shuffled to the door. The moment he opened it, Anastasia Shayle stood outside, looking uncharacteristically awkward. "Mr. Yale," she said, voice tight. "Something happened." Anastasia...