Chapter 706 A New Georgy-girl:>Ep2

• Max Preece was feeling very satisfied with himself; just a few more steps and Julia Wilmot's investment accounts, offshore holdings, and the trust properties would be his; drugging the old bitch and keeping her topped up with gin and illegally-obtained Oxycodone meant she was completely tractable and just about ready to sign anything he put in front of her; her dimwit, army-minded oaf of a son wasting money on that derelict hovel was too stupid to work out what was going on, all he cared about was trying to turn that sow's ear into a silk purse, and that hottie daughter of hers? He was going to fuck her whether she wanted it or not; there was more Oxycodone on tap, and he didn't care how much he fed the hot little bitch as long as it kept her quiet while he fucked the shit out of her.
• Dreaming pleasant dream like these, in a warm haze of self-praise and fine scotch, he was rudely awakened when he was grabbed by his lank hair and hauled upright, his eyes slamming open to look into the rage-filled eyes of Tyler Wilmot, Julia's huge, "army-minded oaf" of a son, and he suddenly didn't look at all simple or dim-witted, he looked tooled-up and scary...
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