Hidden Fortune’s Heir

A puppy dog you are!

“Huh? What did you say?” The guard replied, daring Harrison to repeat what he said.

“I said you are such a prick. The only good you can do is guarding. I think you must be so weak that your boss decided to get rid of you!” Harrison repeated, aiming to rile it up, and it was working.

The guard gritted his teeth tight and with his fingers balled into a fist as he glared daggers at Harrison.

“He didn’t get rid of me. I just have to guard a dunce like you!” the guard sneered.

“Guard? Did you just say, guard? That’s only what you are good at? I bet you don’t even know how to throw punches or use a gun,” Harrison taunted, enjoying every bit of it.

“What the fuck did you just say? Or do you want me to try some punches on you?” The guard asked, daring Harrison. He was feeling pushed to the edge and wanted to prove it by breaking some of Harrison’s bones. In his head, he had started imagining it already.

“Yes. It’s not like you can do shit! Why don’t you get me out of these chains, then we see