Chapter 137 Retaliation By The Divorced Heiress

• "See that!" thought Drew. As soon as I saw him, this elderly father was cursing his son to die! "I don't believe that is required." Drew had his eyelashes half closed. I'll make sure to stay alive only for you, he murmured, arching his eyebrows. If not, I fear that none of us in this family will be able to end our relationship with you when the time comes. You will still need to rely on me to cut the power in the end. "You idiot! You dare turn out the lights on me? I'll thrash you around!" Wyatt was enraged. He wanted to pull off his handcrafted leather shoes and toss them at Drew's annoying smile, so he yelled for Finley to get his whip.
• To keep the two from fighting, Asher and Axel drew them apart. Even after Sasha and Mila approached Wyatt to offer their support, she remained enraged. Abruptly, a quiet, kind voice cut them off. "Well... Dinner is prepared. Should we begin our meal now? When everyone turned to face each other at once, the commotion subsided. Celeste, Wyatt's third wife, was confusedly staring at everyone while clutching a spatula and an apron. Wyatt's stomach gave a growl in reaction at this point.
• "Let's have some food! Only once I've filled my stomach will I have the strength to deal with this little punk! With a sigh of relief, everyone trailed behind Wyatt to the dining hall for supper. "Drew, your joke was over the line. Although dad is laid back, you shouldn't have said it. Asher gave Drew a sharp glance. "Who said I was making a joke?" I really did mean it. Drew's brows went up. "Brown Drew." Asher's appearance abruptly became icy and gloomy.