The Return of Adam Sanders

CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED & SEVENTEEN

Cecil's son counted the money, his face lighting up with a smile when he realised it was more than enough, but his joy was short-lived, as Cecil suddenly slapped him on the head from behind,

He turned around, his eyes blazing as he glared and demanded,

“What was that for?! Mother!"

Cecil's eyes were cold and flat, shaking her head, she lashes at Logan with curled lips,

"Someone threw money at us, and you're picking it up like a beggar?"

Logan's face reddened, and he retorted with a snap,

"What are we going to do? We need the cash!"

Cecil raised her brow, then rolled her eyes, his rhetorical question was aggravating, and her next response was laced with venom while she narrowed her eyes at him,

"What did I do to deserve a loser like you? You're useless, just like your father!"

Logan's eyes narrowed, and his nostrils flared, his jaw clenched tightly before he stomped his foot,

"I'm not a loser!"

Cecil sneered,

"Oh, but you are! If you were capable of making a decent living, we wouldn't