Chapter 1088 Not Caring About One's Image At All

At night, neon lights flickered and the city of C was bustling with noise and excitement. Laughter and joy filled the Langford residence's backyard, a sound that had been absent since the incident at the Langford residence. Gordon Dolezal and Jerome Shergan sat on the grass, covered with mats, holding glasses of red wine. The ruby-like liquid sparkled brilliantly in the crystal-clear cups.