Kapitel 159: Father of My Son

At a luxurious hotel in West Coastal city,

The brightly lit living room of the luxurious suite looked foggy as if there was a fire. On the couch, Harper was sitting with a smoking pipe in his mouth. He drew a long breath and pulled the pipe out of his lips. After a few seconds, he smoked out air.

Only the men around Harper knew how freaked out they were, yet they stood in the living room of the suite watching and hearing Harper curse Anya Owen time and time again.

Harper had thought he could leave the city after bailing out but he received a court letter to their hotel, delivered by a cop. 

Harper's advocate explained to Harper that he wasn't allowed to leave the city and he should visit the police agency every day as proof of his presence in the city. Failing to follow the orders could result in arrest.