I'm not a Killer

MEETING MY FORMER WIFE

"Daren, why don't we have dinner outside?" Varro said, seeing that his son Daren was getting bored.

"Sure, Dad, but... " Daren exhaled roughly. He recalled how people who met him every time shouted at him as a killer.

"But what, Daren? Are you afraid of the people out there who will yell at you that you're a murderer?" his father said with a shake of his head, apparently very sensitive to his son's concerns.

"Daren just doesn't want to embarrass me," said Daren.

"Don't worry, I won't be embarrassed at all. Come on, let's go."

Daren nodded in agreement.

Varro called his personal driver and two bodyguards to take him and Daren to a restaurant.

In just three and a half minutes, Daren and Varro arrived at the restaurant. The waiters served them kindly, knowing that they were billionaires.

Soon, the food and drinks that had been ordered were served on the table. Daren and his father began to enjoy their meal. They sat in a corner of the restaurant, chatting warmly as they savored thei