Chapter 203: Do You Like Setting Dogs on People?

Hearing that familiar voice, Keaton Lyson's brows furrowed. He turned, and sure enough, it was Nathan Grant. Nathan was wearing a loud floral shirt and bell-bottoms, with a big black Tibetan mastiff on a leash-looking pretty intimidating. "Keaton?" Their eyes locked. Nathan's face went pale with rage, barely able to hold back his anger. Ever since the incident at the Penz Hotel, when Keaton cut out his tongue, it had taken top doctors to sew it back on. Otherwise, he'd be mute for life. They say...