Chapter 108

[Three years ago] He was the devil, sitting on a counter stool with a glass of whiskey in one hand, one elbow leaning on the counter, eyes deviously fixated on the girl crying silently a few seats away while drinking tequila. Was she that hurt? Did she love that lowly man that much? Why was she drinking as if the world ended? He froze when the girl turned to face him and noticed him watching. His lips trembled as he tried to come up with an explanation for why he was staring at her so intently, but she shifted her attention away from him as if she didn't care. Like he was invisible. Every now and then men would approach her and try to flirt with her, but she would dismiss them. Izaak would have sent them away if she hadn't. Didn’t she know how dangerous it was for a beautiful girl like her to be drinking alone? There were vicious men like him everywhere, perched at the corner, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. Izaak admitted he was the most dangerous of all the vicious men. B