Luke Harringtons hid his identity, but still took the word "Avery" from his daughter's name, in memory of his wife. The facts were all laid out before him, he just never wanted to believe them.
Las Vegas left its earliest and deepest imprint on Avery Jane.
Even though it was her first visit, as soon as she set foot on this land, all the dormant genes in her body were awakened one by one.
Big Head Geogre gripped those pristine, brand-new white gloves, the color so white it made one reluctant to stain them.
Joshua Hughes walked up with a cold smile, grabbing Big Head Geogre's wrist, slowly squeezing, feeling the sensation of the bones almost being crushed. This was just a small lesson.
If he dared to look at his woman like that, he should have known the consequences.
Pain, a piercing ache shot up from the wrist, and sweat broke out on the middle-aged man's forehead.
He could almost hear the faint sound of wrist bones breaking.
