My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 542

Today, the members of the Kyle family, Neil Brown, as well as some of their close acquaintances were here, but George Ken did not turn up.

George drank heavily two days ago. He would get drunk, sleep, wake up, and then drink again. He had spent a good three days at the bars.

George transformed into another person after those few days. His gorgeous and handsome look turned extremely sullen.

People who knew him might not even recognize him at their first glance.

"Mr. Ken, you can't drink anymore. You will die if you drink some more." This was probably the 999th time Chace Yaleman had said so.

Yet, he only advised out of courtesy. He did not really stop George from drinking. He was even refilling George's glass as he spoke.

"Chace, you have your own sh*t to take care of. Just mind your own business. Don't f*cking mind my business." George downed another glass.

Chace filled George's glass up again. "George, what on earth are you worrying about? You really aren't the George that I know, now that you're looking like this."

George sneered and said, "Have you heard of the murder case that caused a sensation in Chatterton Town recently?"

Chace said indifferently, "Are you talking about the murder at Kingston Wharf? It would be hard to not know anything about it."

George drank up the alcohol in his glass once again. He even stopped using the glass and drank straight from the bottle, "Do you think that person died miserably?"

"I've seen the photos of the case. He was covered in wounds and his face was completely destroyed... The murderer must have hated him so much to do this so mercilessly." Chace shook his head and sighed. "If I were a relative of the victim, I would definitely tear the murderer into pieces."

"Hehe... tearing the murderer into pieces?" George laughed then he continued drinking from the bottle. "Fuck, I know who the murderer is, but I can't do anything to the murderer."

"You know who the murderer is?" Chace looked surprised, but then he said, "That's someone else's business. If you know it, you will know to keep it a secret. Let's not meddle in other people's business these days. It's better to avoid trouble."

"If it's someone else's business, I won't care... But that's my father. The victim is my father," George said furiously while thumping his chest and stomping his feet. "I know who the murderer is, but I can't do anything."

"What? Are you kidding?" Chace looked surprised and spent a long time digesting his sentence. "Didn't Uncle Ken die of a car accident 20 years ago? How could the victim be him?"

George took out the mobile phone in his pocket and put it on the table. "I have evidence! I have evidence of Matthew being the murderer! The video and recording on my phone can prove that the murderer is Kevin Kyle. That Kevin, that beast, that devil. He's such a two-faced... I know very well that he killed my father, but I can't do anything to him. My sister and my niece are still with him... Ah..."

George stretched out his long arm and swept the alcohol glasses to the ground. The glasses broke and shattered into pieces.

There was loud music in the bar and people were busy talking and drinking. No one noticed them at first.

But with that sweep that George did, people would think that he was going to cause some trouble. In an instant, the music stopped, and the security guards approached him.

Without waiting for Chace's order, some guys who were waiting from not far away immediately came forward to stop the public from approaching them. They resolved the situation. Within a few short minutes, the scene was sorted out.