Chapter 112 You Are Sexually Impotent

George's face darkened as he spoke, "Where are they? Send me the address!"

"Mr. Summers, please calm down. Don't do anything rash," David quickly tried to dissuade him.

"Cut the crap! The address!" George barked.

David had no choice but to send him the bar's address.

George hung up the phone, y...

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