Chapter 475: You're Helping Me Win Her Back, So Why Are You Dragging the Whole Regiment Along?

Three in the afternoon. A battered off-road vehicle came howling in through the front gate, belching black smoke. It slammed on the brakes right in front of Maxton Warth, leaving a long skid mark on the ground. It stopped just centimeters short of sending him flying. A bead of sweat slid down Maxton's temple. He swallowed hard, every hair on his back prickling. The door swung open. Daniel Lyson stepped out with a grin, sauntering over. "What are you doing standing there like an idiot?" Maxton...