Chapter 101 - The Master Liar's Getaway
LUCIEN >< ><
I stared at Avery, my jaw practically unhinged, as his bullshit poured out like diarrhea from a sewer pipe.
This motherfucker—this motherfucker—was spinning a web of lies so smooth, so goddamn convincing, I almost believed it myself for a split second.
"The main reason why I came here was because I had come to Lucien's room earlier and told him to go meet you…"
Blah, blah, bullshit, blah.
He was painting himself as the innocent hero, the concerned fake-husband who just happened to hear muffled voices while "looking around the house."
Looking around the house? My ass. He was in my goddamn closet not two minutes ago, sweating like a pig and knocking shit over like a toddler on Red Bull.
I scoffed—loud, sharp, couldn't help it. My brain short-circuited from the sheer audacity.
Avery? A bastard liar? Understatement of the century.
This guy could sell ice to penguins and lies to a polygraph.
