Chapter 42 Driving People Mad

Atlanta, Decatur City.

At dinner, upon seeing the watery eyes of his third wife Eliza, Milton felt an inexplicable tightening in his chest, his lower back screeching, his manhood a pathetic slug.

He put down his knife and fork and said, "I'm going out for a bit, I have an appointment to discuss some business, I'll be back late."

Eliza's eyes dried up, staring blankly as her husband left, disappointment crawling over her cheeks.

Milton drove an Audi to the nearby Wild Forest Bar.

Whenever he felt bad or Eliza expressed some kind of need, he liked to come here for a drink and wait until late at night to go back home.

Milton pushed open the bar's door, went up to the counter, and said, "Hans, a whiskey, the usual."

Next to him, Bruce retracted his gaze, confirming the newcomer was indeed Milton.

He bragged to his new drinking buddy, "You ask me why I like this place? Because I always have good luck here, always meeting beautiful women."