Chapter 189: If all you got was a slap, count that as mercy

At the courtyard gate, a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old boy showed up. His hair was dyed a brassy yellow, a cigarette dangling from his lips, hands shoved deep in his pockets as he slouched along like he owned the place. When Belle Morris saw him, she flinched. Fear flashed clearly in her eyes. "Little Belle, you finally decided to come back. I thought you had the guts to run off and never come back." He grinned, sauntering toward them. Beatrice stepped in front of Belle Morris and snapped,...