Chapter 139 An Uproar For His Soon-To-Be Ex-Wife

Not far away, a group of shirtless, tattooed men sat in a circle drinking. Curses flew freely, and the stench of alcohol turned your stomach.

David hunched over them with a fawning smile, eagerly refilling their drinks and piling food on their plates, looking utterly pathetic.

Smack!

Raven charg...

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