Chapter 310: A Night To Remember (Part 2)

The Rolls-Royce driver's words stayed in the air like a bad stench. For a moment, Don, Hector, and Donald could only stare, their disbelief etched into their faces. 

Was this guy serious?

Don leaned slightly to the side, resting a hand on the edge of the G-Wagon. His usual calm was intact, but a growing irritation was visible in his features. He could already see where this was going—a pointless argument with a rich idiot who thought the world bent to his whims.

Hector, on the other hand, wasn't as composed. His brows knit together, and his lips pressed into a thin line before curling into a sneer. Donald, meanwhile, looked caught somewhere between anger and doubt. 

His hand rubbed the back of his neck as if trying to massage the hesitation out of his thoughts. He wasn't a fighter, and the Rolls-Royce driver's smug confidence made him falter.

Don noticed the unease in Donald's stance and thought, 'Great, now he's second-guessing himself.'