Chapter 3407 Gordan Freezes At The Thought Of Falling In Love With Him

"Anyway, I'm saying it here-I'm not going to Russia because of that ugly woman, Vivian. If I go to Russia, it's for you. I've already divorced her. Besides, I'm already trying to avoid her, how could I possibly go to Russia for her?" Gordan took a sip of red wine, then continued his rant. "And, Ray is still in Russia. I really can't go. His men are all brutal, and I've had enough of being beaten all these years."

"Then why did you buy an apartment in Vivian's neighborhood?" Luke continued to tease him. His sharp eyes glinted with intelligence.

Gordan denied it, but whether he believed it or not was his own business.

"It was just a coincidence!" Gordan raised his voice, trying to convince Luke.

Or maybe himself.

"Coincidence?" Luke sipped his wine, every gesture as graceful as a nobleman.

"Of course, it's a coincidence, Brother Luke. You wouldn't know, but that apartment is in a school district, surrounded by college towns. There are a ton of hotties there, I picked the place just to check them out. Didn't know it'd turn out to be such a disaster," explained Gordan.

Luke put on a faint smile without saying a word.

Gordan saw the expression on his face. It was almost as if he was saying, "Do you really expect me to believe that?"

He smirked and eventually said nothing.

The more he explained, the more ridiculous it sounded.

Gordan gulped down a large mouthful of wine.

Luke glanced at him and mocked, "How can you taste good wine if you drink like that?" Gordan raised an eyebrow. "Hey, you're wrong. What's the point of wine if not to drink it?"

At that moment, Gale walked in. He retorted when he heard what Gordan said, "Wine is for drinking, but good wine is for savoring, not for drowning your sorrows."

"Get lost. What do I have to be sad about?" Gordan snapped, "I'm fine, no sorrow, no hatred. My mood is calm."

"Miss Vivian has gone back to Russia." Gale sat down on another couch. "You won't be able to see her for two months."

"Go away. Why bring her up?" Gordan was annoyed. It was one thing for Luke to bring her up, but now Gale was doing it too.

Why did they keep talking about her in front of him?

Did Vivian give them something in return? Was that why they kept bringing her up like a chant in front of him?

was starting to feel

himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and then said,

care of by Abel."

"Okay." Luke's eyes flickered.

hadn't threatened Abel, he might have survived. But knowing he was in danger, he called the cops and screamed for help, not even

gone to see how Abel would deal with the

save him if possible, but some things just

not take the risk of being exposed just to

going to save Luca and their boss's daughter. In reality, dealing

Gale could not afford to expose himself just for that

like Abel was already walking on thin ice. He had agreed to help for the sake of profit, but now he was the one who had put himself in

took a sip

we could do," Gordan chimed in. "Some people would do

not done what he did for money,

you

all preserved. Abel practically gave me the chance. He did it himself. By the end, I was shocked." Gale

subordinates.

to enjoy torturing people. Not only did he

in the underworld call him a freak. He's indeed a freak. He gets excited

snorted. "I wonder if he'd be just as

1 blood."

knows?" Gale let

said, "Get some

boss. I'm going to rest now." Gale stood up. They were all staying here for the

as he headed upstairs. Watching Abel torture that doctor had

brutal methods, he was impressed by how ruthless he

though, it just seemed

Luke, it's not fair! Why didn't

years old?"

Gordan shook his head, confused about the

to go to bed? If you're tired, can't you just go rest

him a thumbs-up and thought that Luke's reasoning

Gale, who had disappeared around the corner of the stairs, and pointed in

grown man, concerned with such things?" Luke's face darkened. Anyone who did not know better might think Gordan was

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