Chapter 183: Cross-Dressing

A pack of workers gripped shovels and sledgehammers, eyes gleaming as they watched the injured men in the pit struggle to climb out. Miller Cutmore stared at Leandro Ades, his voice flat. "Trying to play word games with me?" Leandro snorted. "So what if I am? And listen, Miller Cutmore, we're all adults. Cut the kiddie tricks, yeah? If I let them go, they'll step outside and call the cops. Who do you think gets stuck cleaning up that mess? Us." "Fine." Miller's smile turned razor-thin. "Then we...