Chapter 119

After he had walked a few steps, Donald pointed at Max and spoke. Max felt his knees buckle at once. His dreams of finding himself a rich sugar mommy had been ruined. Perseus did not object. Max needed to be taught a lesson. He was just the kind of person who wanted to leech off of others. He had caused too much trouble. If he couldn't save Mick in time because of Max, Donald would probably kill Max. "What's Mr. Archer's condition? Tell me the details," Perseus asked as they walked quickly. "I can't explain. It's very strange." Donald smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Strange?" Perseus' brows furrowed. He did not ask further and followed Donald into the large villa. In the first-floor living room, an old man in his 70s leaned against the couch, gasping for air. He stared up at the ceiling, and his face and neck were bright red. The old man was very fat, and all the flesh on his body jiggled with his labored gasps. It did look very strange. It looked as if he was havi