Chapter 133

Chapter 133 Julian remained silent, his hand slowly rising “Julian, don’t be imported com, reaching for him if he attacked Kwan, rumors would spread that he’d been besten up hecmise of me, md1dhe rikeded a fees Grong Julian’s hand froze. He looked at me, his eyes filled with bean/You only care vim nom, not me, fiber tor heartless womant My inner thoughts Dude, we’re divorced. Have you forgaten? Are you suffering from dementul Julian gave a bitter smile. My inner thoughts. Poor, pitiful you A silent exchange. He wanted to play the victim, I’d become heartless.

Julian turned back, his hand falling on the lazy Susan. He grabbed a beetle of liquor and a gun CEO Jones, Nacked sincerity earlier. I’ll drink three shots as a penalty.” He poured himself a drink and downed it. Then a second, a third... Everyone was stunned. They’d expected a fight, but he was apologyling, Julian was arroge mong Chicagh’s young masters. If it weren’t for business, seeing Ewan with me would have resulted in a brawl Caffrey, who’d spent ten minutes trying to reason with Julian, thought: He actually understood the bigger picture? Just as everyone was marveling at Julian’s newfound maturity, something was off. He said three shots, but it was now seven.“Enough, enough,““Mr. Shaw, that’s too many,“Take the bottle away! People tried to take the glass, but ke pushed them away, silencing them with his glare. This wasn’t an apology; he was using it as an excuse to drink his sorrows away, a silent protest against Evan for stealing his wife.

Evan chuckled coldly.“Mr. Shaw would make a great melodramatic actor?

Julian remained silent, drinking steadily. He finished the bottle. CEO Jones, are you satisfied with my apology? If not, should I kneel Evan: “Your acting is superb.”

Julian suddenly swayed, falling towards me. I had to catch him; he would’ve crushed me. Julian turned. Sit up straight!” I glared at him. If he wanted to make a fool of himself, he could do it alone!

Julian’s face contorted in pain. He wrapped his arms around my waist, his head on my shoulder. My stomach hurts.” “...” I wanted to beat him up. I tugged at his arm.“Go to the hospital if you have a stomachache. I’m not a doctor! Let go!”

Julian selectively ignored me, groaning in discomfort. He didn’t believe I was heartless. Everyone fell silent. Could things get any weirder? This was... astonishing.