“Oh, fuck the farmer!” Harrison’s shout shook the windows. “Doesn’t that hick realize this is the biggest paycheck of his life? He’s going to thank you for the publicity in a year when half of America wants to come pose for a selfie and drink shit wine where Tessa Yarborough said ‘I do.’ He better cash in fast, though, because there’s money on how long this love story of hers will last. People are only going to care about breaking down his doors while she’s still married.”
Insulting Wyatt in front of Noël will not bode well for you
