Chapter 244: I'll dispose of them as trash

"Alright, same place."

When he arrived at the bar's private room, Colin was sitting alone. With wounds on his lips, he was downing drink after drink without pause.

Frank's arrival prompted the manager to send over several charming hostesses to liven up the atmosphere.

Harold and the others also got wind of the gathering, making the scene lively.

However, Colin just sat there, drowning his sorrows.

Although Colin was known to frequent such gatherings, it was rare to see him in such a state of despair.

He exuded a powerful aura even without saying a word. Despite his reluctance, bold female hosts dared to offer him drinks, which he accepted without even looking at them.

"What the hell are you doing?" Frank intervened, snatching the glass from him. "Talk to me. What's going on?"

This time, Colin didn't want to talk, nor did he have the face to do so.

What? Seeing another man holding his woman, and he can't even vent his ang