"Mr. Garten, my apologies. When my son drinks too much, he starts spewing nonsense. Sorry, he's still young. Please don't..."
"Dad, I'm not drunk. Shut your mouth!" Aiden roared at his old man.
Terence was so mad that he almost ground his teeth to dust.
Just as he was about to get physical, Isaac stood and raised a hand, signaling Terence not to say anything.
"So you all come from good backgrounds? Tell me, what sort of backgrounds?" Isaac lit a cigarette, sweeping his gaze over Aiden and his angry buddies.
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