“What the hell are you saying? That is my card, and my father’s name is Mr. Whitewood,” Gabriel said, to which the lady sneered. She suspected he was a scammer because she expected the son of the richest man to be more presentable, accompanied by delegates, and draped in expensive jewelry, but Gabriel only had a bag on his shoulder and low-quality attire for a Whitewood.She picked up the phone right away and called security, while Gabriel continued to prove his identity, but she ignored his words.“You can check my information. My face, perhaps.” He said, and she scoffed, pushing Gabriel’s hand away from the counter.“The identity of young master Whitewood will be revealed tonight, so if you do not say what you have done to him, you will be kissing the gray walls of the prison every day, you riffraff.” “I am Gabriel Whitewood!” He yelled, pulling out a large sum of money from his bag and splashing it on her, but she did not care. This raised her suspicions more.People started to m
Read more