“How about I feed you a pile of shit instead?”

A voice, so familiar it sent chills down the spine, rang out.

Julian turned his head—and locked eyes with Richard, who was hovering right at the edge of an explosive meltdown.

Julian didn’t seem fazed at all. His arm remained wrapped around his mistress, completely unbothered.

“Dad? What are you doing here?” He looked genuinely puzzled. “I’m on a date with my girlfriend. Why are ...