“Look over there! There are so many beautiful cars coming this way— wait! Isn’t that a convoy?!” Yelled a pedestrian who was pointing at the approaching cars in the distance.“You’re right, it is a convoy! Who do you think is being driven inside such amazing cars?!” Another pedestrian asked.“I don’t know, but I wouldn’t doubt if someone told me that it's one of our senators. A normal person could never get that level of protection!”“Those many cars for an ordinary senator? Don’t be ridiculous! Even in a million years, something like that is never going to happen!”“Then who do you think is in it since you’re so smart?!”“Isn’t it obvious? It’s the president. No other person besides the president could be worthy of such a convoy.”“Are you stupid?! What on earth would the president be doing here when he has more important things to deal with? I mean, have you ever seen the presidential convoy drive by here before? Because I haven’t!”“I don’t know, but President or not, whoever is in

“Who the hell are you?!”Jeremiah turned around to face the man in the changing room with him.He saw that the man was a staff member of the store and after a quick scan, he realized that the door the man had just walked out of led to the restroom and, because he had a mop and a bucket in his hands, it meant that he had just finished cleaning it.Jeremiah looked at the man’s name tag and saw the name Brad.Brad looked at Jeremiah from head to toe, and he sneered with disgust.He put the mop into the bucket and said “I asked you a question, so are you deaf and can’t hear me or are you just too retarded to form an answer?”“I was going to tell you my name, but not after you'd spoken to me like that,” Jeremiah frowned. He didn’t appreciate Brad’s tone of voice and his choice of words.Brad, on the other hand, scoffed.“Such big words coming from a—“ Brad said, then noticed the suit on the couch beside Jeremiah.“Wait a minute! Is that the Gustav limited edition Broque suit from his snowf

“What’s going on here—?” Brad asked but was cut off by a punch so strong it sent a tooth flying out of his mouth and almost knocked him out.The bodyguards dragged Rogan and Brad to Kingston, who stood beside Jeremiah, then they forced the two workers of the store to go on their knees. Looking at how terrible the situation he was in was, Rogan’s heart started pounding in his chest like it was about to explode.“Mister Kingston, I sincerely apologize for—““Shut your mouth,” Kingston said coldly, and Rogan held his mouth.“Sir, what’s going on? Who are these people?” Brad asked, feeling so much pain in his mouth that was bleeding seriously.“You idiot. You just doomed us both!” Rogan glared at Brad.If stares could kill, Brad would have been dead and buried by then.“I’ve doomed us both? But what did I do—?” Brad asked, but Kingston cut him off.“I didn’t quite hear what you said when you talked about the young master. What did you call him again?” Kingston asked.Brad looked at him