Tailored for Confrontation

Blowing a whistle, Mr. Gideon drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. But then he hastily stopped when Kaelen got into the backseat of the Mercedes.

“Good morning, young master!” Mr. Gideon hastily said as he sat up straight in his seat.

Then he eyed K when he said, “Good Morning, boss.”

“Morning,” Kaelen mumbled beneath his breath.

Then he leaned back against the seat and said, “Gideon,”

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