Chapter 98: A King Bed Room, Four Women?

Emilio Casson looked like he'd been granted a pardon. He scrambled up in a panic, not even sparing a thought for his bruises, and staggered off in the opposite direction. Atreus Lyson watched his pathetic retreat, a chill flashing through his eyes. Callum Warth. Sooner or later, we're settling this. He turned back to the car and rapped on the window. No response. Atreus's expression tightened. He yanked the door open, only to find all four women inside completely passed out. "Drew? Giselle?" He...