Chapter 81: Castiel Lawne's Fury

In a presidential suite of the most luxurious hotel in Jayton City, a burly man, about twenty-five or twenty-six, stood by the bed in a black tank top and picked up his phone to make a call. On the spacious bed lay a stunning woman, her cheeks flushed and eyes glazed, dressed in a smart teacher's outfit. She absentmindedly ran her hands over her body, murmuring softly-a sight that would make anyone's blood boil. The burly man made the call, and the other end picked up swiftly. "How's it going with...