Chapter 126: Don't Bother Coming Back!

There were maybe a dozen people in line. Diego Santee paused, not in any rush, and headed to the back of the line. He had just taken his place when a Range Rover whipped past him, missing him by inches as its brakes screeched. People jumped aside. The car stopped at the gate, and a man and a woman got out. The man wore a gold chain as thick as a finger, the very picture of a brash nouveau riche. The woman, draped in mink, wore an ultra-short skirt over black stockings and strutted forward, hips...