Chapter 30
Maron Maurice bursts into the room. His bloodshot eyes are wild and his clothes are in disarray. His shirt hangs open, revealing his hairy chest and beer gut. Even his hair is in a goddamn mess. It’s clear he drank his ass off. With an unsteady sway, he makes his way through the crowd, his sneer oozing with spite as he takes in the scenery before him. A mix of irritation and pity surges in me. I want to punch him square in the nose, grab him by the balls, and toss him out of my mansion. But I can’t. I can’t f**k up my reputation in front of my guests. Not to mention that Mindy is also here. She still stands on stage, visibly shocked and confused at what Maurice is doing here. Blyad. This is not how I wanted Mindy to find out that her f****d-up ex-boyfriend is my own flesh and blood.
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