Chapter 128: How Could He Possibly Still Be Alive!

Laughter echoed through the back courtyard. Everyone started and turned toward the sound. A pot-bellied middle-aged man sauntered in, hands clasped behind his back, laughing as he walked. His bathrobe hung open over a pair of shorts, the picture of ease-clearly not taking anyone present seriously. "Well now, two beauties? Ha! Heaven's being kind to me today." Edward Tucker's gaze was as venomous as a snake's, sliding first to Faith Shaw, then to Annie Davis. His wolfish eyes gleamed. "Boss Tucker!" Jaxton,...