The Dangerous Wealthy Punk

Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Seven

Georgia, a flash of question crossing her highlights, inclined closer. "Are you beyond any doubt it was a mischance, George?"

He met her look, a glint of insubordination playing in his eyes. "Let's just say, now and then a small incident can be quite… strategic."

His enigmatic words sent a shock through Sarah. Was this another one of his calculated moves? Had he coordinated this drop to delay the court hearing?

Over the other day, the town buzzed with theory. A few accepted George's story, advertising well wishes for his expedient recuperation. Others, especially those harboring hatred towards him, saw it as a ploy to purchase time.

The truth, in any case, lay some place in between. George had in fact stumbled, his fatigue from the past few months at long last catching up to him. But he'd too recognized an opportunity.

He knew his uncles, their pomposity fueled by a long time of privilege. He tallied on their underestimation of him, their conviction that he would disintegrate beneath w