Chapter 207 Top-shelf Liquor

• A moment later, Silas casually walked over, his phone in hand and a smug grin on his face.
• Patrick shot Lucas a venomous glare, his eyes full of hatred and resentment. The slap Lucas had given him last time hadn't just bruised his ego—it had also destroyed his brand-new Porsche Cayenne.
• Not only that, but it had happened in front of Marisol, and Patrick couldn't forget the humiliation he'd suffered. The bitterness that had built up since then was unbearable, and his hatred for Lucas was as deep as it could get.