Chapter 96 The Oblivious Punching Bag

Preston, the utterly oblivious punching bag, was fuming. His face burned with barely contained rage, like he might spontaneously combust at any second.

Unlike Blair, who had been politely escorted here, Preston had been dragged in. In truth, he'd been too weak from his hunger strike to put up much of a fight.

Just as he'd been stubbornly clinging to his protest, Winston had dropped the bombshell: