Chapter 193

“Just because we have been reduced to this you think you can joggle us around anyhow,” Mr Hockings spat out with spite, pushing up to his feet, the sound of the chair legs scraping the ground made Sheila flinch.

“I wouldn't have to joggle you if you weren't anything but a piece of shit, Hockings,” Abraham mocked, making no attempt to get up from his seat but Sheila noticed that he does not look as relaxed and cocky as he usually does.

To Sheila's surprise, her father does not lash back in response to what Abraham had just called him and instead he threw his head back and barked out laughter. His laugh echoed through the entire room.

“You should not be so confident, Connor, because in case you fail to admit it you are going through the same destructive path as I am and soon you will be played just like we were,” Mr. Hockings said icily, his eyes narrowed into slits and a strange smile spreading over his lips.

“You think I would be the one to scramble to Thompson,” Abraham said in awe,