Chapter 43
- Arlene
- I stared at the unbelievably arrogant son of a bitch, his lips twitching into an annoyingly smug smirk as he held the jackets by their collars with just his index finger.
- “Care to explain what you expected me to do with these cheap jackets?” His voice was calm, yet each word hit hard, an indication of how extremely mocking the jackets were to his status.