Goldie Thorne rubbed his aching foot, complaining bitterly to himself. 'How am I supposed to know if Phoenix Golding will have an affair this week? If that whore decides to behave, what am I going to do?'
'Besides, I still have to go sell cloth. I can't put off making money.'
But this wouldn't stump Goldie Thorne; he had plenty of tricks up his sleeve. He would just treat a few of his buddies to drinks and have them help keep watch. That whore was so brazen, she would never be able to hold back. The moment she went to find her old lover, she would definitely be caught.
He had already let that whore have her fun for an extra month. This time, her fun was absolutely over.
Frederick Thorne's expression turned cold. He sneered, "Goldie, when the time comes, blow this up—the bigger, the better. Have those buddies of yours spread rumors everywhere. You even need to go raise hell at the school district office. I'll cover the costs."
