Chapter 91 Feeling Disappointed
- At night, Dante sat on a bar stool, massaging his forehead. His eyes were closed. The whiskey glass before him was empty, but his mood still hadn’t improved.
- Alex walked over and patted him on the back. “What are you going to do after this?”
- “I don’t know,” Dante muttered. He looked lethargic and lackluster. His cell phone rang for the umpteenth time, but he ignored it.