Chapter 118 Swindler

• I made a promise with Jessie to go home before ten, but Madison forced me to drink more when we were in 80s Bar. All the while, she was glaring at me with a disdainful look in her eyes as if calling me out as a useless wimp.
• Unable to stand that look, I could only stay back to drink with her. At the same time, I sent Jessie a text. ‘Honey, I’m still in the midst of a discussion. I’ll return later tonight.’
• “Who are you texting?” Madison snatched my phone away.