Chapter 116

Theron just happened to walk by when he spotted Prescott standing in front of a giant potted plant, switching between grinning like a fool and clamming up like he wanted to disappear. Even with his usual poker face, Theron's mouth twitched involuntarily at the sight. He strolled over casually. "Yo, Prescott. You good? Laughing one second, looking like someone kicked your puppy the next. Did you leave your brain at home today?" His tone was deadpan, completely devoid of emotion, but the words themselves-it was a verbal slap. Problem was, Theron didn't even seem to notice, just stared wide-eyed at Prescott like he genuinely gave a damn. Prescott's expression went dark, really dark. He turned around with a killer glare. "Theron, say crap like that again and don't bother asking me for a single dime ever again." Theron choked a little, looking sheepish. "Hey, I was just trying to be nice... sheesh, talk about biting the hand that feeds you." He turned to leave, but Prescott suddenly stopped