Atlanta, Decatur.
During dinner, when he saw his third wife Eliza's watery eyes, Milton's heart tightened inexplicably, his waist creaked and his brother turned into slugs.
He put down his knife and fork and said, "I'm going out and making an appointment to talk to someone. I'll be back later."
Eliza's eyes were dry, and she watched her husband leave blankly, disappointment filling her cheeks.
Milton drove an Audi and came to the nearby Wild Forest Bar.
When he was in a bad mood or when Eliza expressed some need, he liked to come here for a drink and go back late at night.
Milton pushed open the bar door, came to the bar, and said, "Hans, have a glass of whiskey, as usual."
Separated by a person, Bruce withdrew his gaze and confirmed that the person coming was Milton.
He boasted to his new drinking buddy: "You ask me why I like it here? Because I always have good luck here and I always meet beautiful women."
He came two nights in a row and finally arrived in Milton.
The drinking buddy didn't believe it: "Bragging, why haven't I encountered him before?"
"Don't believe it!" Bruce described in detail: "That was a few years ago? A beautiful red-haired girl was drinking here. I struck up a conversation with her, and she actually took the initiative to ask me out. She said her husband was not very good."
The drinking buddy shook his head: "How can such a good thing happen?"
Bruce took a sip of wine and continued: "Maybe you have seen her. She has a red mole on the left corner of her mouth."
The drinking buddy was from this area and was stunned: "I think I've seen him before."
Hearing the red mole on the corner of his mouth, Milton's eyes turned to Bruce unconsciously.
Bruce dared to confront the British with mortar shells and ignored him directly: "Her name was Lina and she took me to a nearby villa. We enjoyed a romantic night in her wedding room. After a few days, she She even took the initiative to call me and invited me to her home..."
The drinking friends gradually began to believe it: "Are you here again?"
Bruce laughed: "She told me, when you arrive, use the back door."
"You're the one raised by your cousin!"
A sudden shout interrupted the two of them. Milton was so angry that he couldn't bear it anymore: "Among the people whose cousin cheated on you, you are a scumbag!"
He pounced and hit Bruce.
Bruce pushed Milton away: "Are you sick?"
Milton struggled to get up, and Bruce lifted his coat casually: "Don't move around."
Milton was moved by the temperament of civilized people.
Milton stopped moving.
"What a lunatic!" Bruce looked unhappy. He clapped his hands and walked out of the bar. Suddenly he turned back and seemed to understand: "I remembered, you are Lina's idiot husband. She and I are here with you." Underneath the wedding photos.”
Many people in the bar had guessed it.
At this time all eyes fell on Milton.
Milton felt indescribably complicated and vowed never to come to this bar again.
Bruce went out, looking back from time to time, walked some distance, got in his car and left Decatur.
After a while, Milton walked out of the bar alone, feeling angry in his heart.
Back in the Audi, just as he was about to start the engine, he suddenly thought of his wife at home, and Milton withdrew his hand again.
Going back is also painful.
He sat quietly in the car and closed his eyes: "These women cannot obey the will of the head of the family."
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Late at night, the Beast House Club ended, and the male and female customers who had successfully hooked up with each other left together.
The defeated male customer slowly left.
Martin tidied the table and went out after get off work.
On the second floor of the club, Vincent raised his cowboy hat and looked at the golden retriever's mouth: "What's going on?"
Golden Retriever touched his red and swollen lips: "Martin asked Ivan and I to blow the whistle these days. We blew it so hard that our mouths swelled."
Vincent asked what he was concerned about: "How is the situation over there?"
"Many media and reporters came one after another, and Martin has been speaking for the club." Jin Mao said everything he heard and saw: "In order to save the club's expenses, he got sponsorship, materials and food from the Women's Association, all of which It’s women who will be in charge.”
Vincent was quite satisfied that he had not misjudged Martin: "I understand, you can go back."
Sofia, who had never said a word, suddenly said: "A smart man like Martin Davis cannot be watched by a fool like this."
"I know." Vincent took out his cigar: "As long as he can bring me benefits without harming my interests, do I need to deal with him?"
He toasted the cigars: "Martin gave me some ideas. I am going to open an hourly hotel and a special supplies store nearby. I believe the business will not be bad and I can make more accounts."
"Good idea, I support you." Sofia stood up: "I won't tell you anymore. I'm not here to talk to you about these boring things. I want to see my little darling."
Vincent saw Sophia's strong body and reminded: "Don't mess with her."
Sophia turned around, veins and muscles protruding on her neck: "I hurt him before it was too late."
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On Saijo Street, Martin got into the Ford, saw Bruce on the passenger seat, and asked, "Anything good tonight?"
"I guess he wants to kill me." Bruce said simply.
Martin praised: "Old Boo, you are a fucking genius. No wonder the British let you stuff mortar shells."
"I can't compare to you, man. You have a first-class skin, but it's full of crap." Bruce asked, "Who the hell did you learn from?"
Martin almost reflexively said: "Jack Davis is the most talented guy in Atlanta."
"You should talk about this shit to others." Bruce stopped asking these questions: "A normal person would turn into a lunatic if he let you do this. He has also experienced two wives cheating on him."
Martin didn't have to make up the high-sounding words: "I'm also thinking about the club's customer flow. I can make more money for you. It doesn't cost you money to buy a car? It doesn't cost money to raise Monica? You buy profits through the back door..."
Bruce interrupted: "Shut up, you stinking piece of shit!"
Martin shrugged.
Bruce said: "Man, since I met you, I realized that I am actually a good person."
Martin said: "I am also a good person. Don't refute me. Ask Hart and Carrington, ask everyone in the club."
Bruce knew the outcome without asking.
What a bunch of good boys.
The next morning, Martin called Buckley and arranged to meet at the same place.
He and Bruce rushed over together.
For the upcoming training event held by the Methodist Association, the News Association sent invitations to many media outlets, and the Star Newspaper also received one.
Martin said: "We are friends and will not embarrass you. I am just attending the press conference for you for free."
Buckley was very embarrassed: "This... is not good."
Martin raised his hand and twirled his fingers like when the two met for the first time: "I never let my friends down."
This time, without Martin's reminder, Bruce pulled back his arm, proving that he was a civilized man doing things in a civilized manner.
We have cooperated twice, and one more time is nothing. Buckley no longer hesitated: "I will deliver the things to you early tomorrow morning."
