The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage romance Capítulo 1589

“Who's your brother? Just fuck off. "

Gable picked up a cigarette off the table, breathing out a puff as he stared at the pretty faces on stage with a look of lust.

He leered at them for a while and eventually blurted, "Your gals are nice."

Sohil chuckled. "You can have one if you like, how about that?"

Gable sighed disinterestedly. "Ugh, forget it—I don't have much time, I have to get back soon."

"Oh, come on!" Sohil laughed. "I have a room waiting right in the back—you'd last just two minutes anyway, so don't make it sound like you'd take a while."

"Fuck off." Gable laughed as Sohil threw a jab at him before his tone changed sharply. "So, how did your boy do with that task our great leader sent him on? The madam is still waiting!"

"Urgh, don't mention it," Sohil groaned as he smacked his lap. "If something like this comes up again, you pricks have to handle it yourselves. Did you know what my son told me when he came back last night?"

"What?" Gable asked, mystified.

Sohil put down his cigarette, mimicking his son's miserable rant last night, "'Dad! Could you choose your targets better next time you ask me to roofie someone?! That woman must be a literal pig—I used the whole bottle on her, but she just kept going… I ended up having to stick it in her for ten minutes before she finally collapsed!"

As Sohil went on to mimic how his son dropped on all floors and retched for a long while, Gable was left laughing himself silly.

"Anyway, the boy's not going to want to have anything to do with women for a while." Sohil shrugged as he returned to his seat. "And you're gonna pay for his PTSD treatment."

Verifique o captcha para ler o conteúdoVerificar