A Drop of Arrogance

"You—!"

The man behind Clive clenched his fists. The veins on his forehead bulged. Just as he was about to explode, a hand landed on his shoulder.

Clive gave a small shake of his head.

The man took a deep breath. His teeth were tight. "Seriously, what a piece of work. If it wasn't for his father, I wouldn't have helped him in the first place."

"We don't have a choice." Clive looked at him steadily