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Chapter 127: The Drunken Outburst
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The thick silence over the family table was shattered by a sharp gasp as Oliver raised his head from the carpet. His face was flushed with rage.

The humiliated whisper of defeat still hung in the air, but the toxic mixture of beer and public embarrassment was scorching his mind, stripping away every last shred of his sanity

He stared up at Dennis, who sat calmly in his chair with a calm posture, his face as smooth as unruffled water.

The sight of Dennis looking down on him like a titan gazing
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