Chapter 97: Reginald Lyson Who Wouldn't Go Down

Staring at the man in front of him, Robert nearly exploded with curses. Why was it this idiot again? Where the hell had this fool crawled out from? And how did he keep ruining everything, again and again? The anger faded fast, replaced by a thin, vicious smirk. Robert settled in to watch Reginald Lyson make a fool of himself. To drop Charlotte Norrell as quickly as possible, he had dumped nearly half a bottle of the stuff into the alcohol earlier. With that dosage, in a few dozen seconds at most,...