Chapter 312

"You need to get down on your knees and grovel to him. Get it now?" Tyson puffed out his chest, a cold smirk etched on his face. He wasn't a fan of showing off his power and wealth. No… He preferred stomping others to the ground and taking his time trampling over them. Honestly speaking, Tyson didn't have to defend Gilbert at all. But he hadn't had enough fun with Rochelle yet. Rochelle might be young, but she kept things interesting and fun in the bedroom. Whenever Tyson slapped her on the butt, she'd swap positions immediately. "Me? Get down on my knees just to apologize to you?" Perseus shook his head with a smile, thinking that Tyson and the others were extremely delusional. "I want you to grovel as well!" Gilbert glared at Perseus while gritting his teeth. Since Tyson was around to back him up, Gilbert could feel his courage swelling up once again. "Otherwise, you'll suffer a fate worse than death, you fucking ex-con—" Before Gilbert could say the word "ex-convict" proper