Chapter 301: The Fist King's Extreme Contrast!

Dante Easton steadied his mind and turned toward the doorway. The door opened. A middle-aged woman stepped in, her hair permed into tight curls. She wore a thick cape-like sweater and heavy glasses. One hand held a black handbag, the other a bag of groceries. "Mom, you're back!" the girl chirped, hurrying over. The woman lifted her head. The moment she spotted the unfamiliar young man sitting on the sofa, the complaint on her lips died in her throat. She switched to a polite tone instead. "We...