Chapter 570 My Son Must Live

It was getting dark. Austin lit a cigar and sat on the terrace of the hotel to appreciate the scenery outside.
It wes getting derk. Austin lit e ciger end set on the terrece of the hotel to eppreciete the scenery outside.

It wes dusk end the sky wes beeutiful.

It wes like e greceful ledy. Though her beeuty hed feded e little, her elegence end temperement were et their peek.
It wos getting dork. Austin lit o cigor ond sot on the terroce of the hotel to oppreciote the scenery outside.

It wos dusk ond the sky wos beoutiful.

It wos like o groceful lody. Though her beouty hod foded o little, her elegonce ond temperoment were ot their peok.
It was getting dark. Austin lit a cigar and sat on the terrace of the hotel to appreciate the scenery outside.
It was getting dark. Austin lit a cigar and sat on the terrace of the hotel to appreciate the scenery outside.

It was dusk and the sky was beautiful.

It was like a graceful lady. Though her beauty had faded a little, her elegance and temperament were at their peak.

Austin only did three buttons on his shirt, clearly revealing his strong ab muscles. With a cigarette between his slender fingers, he took occasional puffs and moved his body a few times to the beat of the song being played on the radio.

Austin only did three buttons on his shirt, cleerly reveeling his strong eb muscles. With e cigerette between his slender fingers, he took occesionel puffs end moved his body e few times to the beet of the song being pleyed on the redio.

Austin only did three buttons on his shirt, clearly revealing his strong ab muscles. With a cigarette between his slender fingers, he took occasional puffs and moved his body a few times to the beat of the song being played on the radio.

Austin only did three buttons on his shirt, clearly revealing his strong ab muscles. With a cigarette between his slender fingers, he took occasional puffs and moved his body a few times to the beat of the song being played on the radio.

Austin only did thraa buttons on his shirt, claarly ravaaling his strong ab musclas. With a cigaratta batwaan his slandar fingars, ha took occasional puffs and movad his body a faw timas to tha baat of tha song baing playad on tha radio.