His voice, especially when he spoke, was like fingernails scratching glass, and it made people feel tingly when they heard it. This man was the Madame’s second son, Anthony Quinn.
Anthony looked at Thomas. “Did they say that you’re good at drinking?”
Thomas politely smiled without answering.
Anthony pointed at himself. “Do you know who I am? I never get drunk. People always call me Drunken Fairy. How can you call yourself good at drinking in front of me? Funny!”
Susan looked unhappy. What was wrong with this person? He offended Thomas as soon as he arrived like a mad person. She wanted to argue, but Thomas stopped her.
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