Chapter 313 A Slap Too Swift

After the little episode with the cigarettes, Marshal Wright was Marshal Wright no more. He insisted on chatting the night away with Jacob and Julian, asking repeatedly about events from Susan’s childhood to when she had grown up. As they chatted, Julian served them an exquisite wine that he had been keeping. The men then complemented their chatter with the liquor. After a few glasses, George flushed a little as he stuttered, “You guys… just wait. I’ll tell Rosie tomorrow to come back to the family officially with me.” “I don’t think she’ll agree,” Jacob said casually. With a slap on his lap, George made a glare. “Not agreeing? That’s not for her to say. I have the last say with the Wrights. She has to listen to me… since she’s my daughter.” George’s brazen but drunken words only earned him eye rolls from the rest. It was midnight when George dragged himself to rest in the guest room. Despite drinking a little too much last night, Marshal Wright’s circadian rhythm from years of