Chapter 334: Scoundrel

The shop still had plenty of customers. The moment they saw the counter smashed to pieces, they blanched and hurriedly backed away. Miller Cutmore did not step in. He stayed by the doorway, watching with cold, detached eyes. He had already spotted Waylon Halenkamp inside, helping Melanie Zimmerman hold a tiny toy poodle. As the man finished wrecking the counter, Waylon quickly put the little dog back in its cage and strode over. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" A permed Woman beside...