The Queen They Buried

Chapter 583

If his anger could take physical form, anyone looking at him would swear his hair was about to catch fire.

The cellar door swung open, and Trevor, completely wasted and clutching a bottle in the corner, forced his eyes open with great effort. “Get out! Didn’t I tell you? No one’s allowed in here.”

He figured it was just the housekeeper coming to tell him to have his meal.

‘The housekeeper always just knocks. She never actually comes in. Did she suddenly grow a backbone today?‘ Trevor thought.

He fumbled for an empty bottle nearby and tried to throw it at whoever came in, but he was so drunk he could barely lift his arm, let alone actually hit anyone with it. Even speaking exhausted all his strength.

The bottle didn’t even make it past his own feet before dropping to the floor.

Bryan stepped inside, and the stench of alcohol hit him like a punch to the face, so strong it nearly overwhelmed his senses. The cellar was dimly lit, and as he got closer to Trevor, the first thing he saw were empty bottles littered everywhere on the floor.

Trevor was slumped against the wine rack, his clothes wrinkled and rumpled. Greasy hair hung limply over his eyes, and his face was covered in stubble. He looked so unkempt that even the homeless guys under the bridges in Rithol City looked more alive than he did.

He was a far cry from the superstar he once was.

Bryan had just lost the Ridgehaven Town project and had been getting chewed out by Ronald for two days straight. Seeing Trevor in this sorry state was the last straw. His anger finally snapped.

grabbed Trevor by the collar, yanked him up, and with his other hand balled into a fist, swung it

back.

even more sickly and

fist glanced off the side of Trevor’s mouth, and within moments,

to rely on that face to make

Trevor, making him

Now, Trevor

even if Ronald was standing right in front of him, Trevor would only

his father.

was a whole different

really paid much attention to them. Bryan was the only one who took care of his younger

they screwed up, Bryan never pulled his punches.

a long

what are you doing here?” Trevor

snort. “If I didn’t show up, you’d probably drink yourself to death

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wire did you turn to such a wing?

and at

“Aryan