A Billionaire After Divorce

BUCKET OF ICE WATER

"Nope," Jordan retorts. "Go back to whatever you were doing, I'll handle things." He hangs up and waltzes out of the main building.

"This way, Mr. Callahan," at the sight of Jordan, the guard from earlier, hurries over to him and says, gesturing to a pathway.

Jordan merely nods as he follows him.

"Sorry to intrude, Mr. Callahan, but there's quite a number of chauffeurs and vehicles at the gallery. If you'd like a ride back home, I can make the necessary arrangements," the guard suggests as they approach the gate.

"I can manage on my own," however, Jordan flatly rejects and opens the gate.

"Very well, Mr. Callahan, take care," the guard bows, and as Jordan walks out, closes the gate behind him.

Naturally, Jordan should have made an arrangement for an Uber before getting to the gate but that doesn't seem to be the case this time around as even after so many minutes no Uber pulls over in front of him, and surprisingly, he doesn't seem to care as he keeps walking, his hands in his pockets