chapter twelve
Author: Mydas
last update2024-08-02 23:48:35

The humming sound of the car made James open his eyes. "Thank God!" a voice said beside him. "I thought you were dead."

James looked at the person beside him and could smell wealth off of him. He was nicely clothed, and he had a nice fragrance coming off his body. He stared around and saw a lot of people staring at him. "Is he dead?" One of them asked. "He just opened his eyes. I don't think he is," another replied.

"That was quite a knock. Any human would be dead. I wonder how he survived." Another added

The rich man, who introduced himself as Reginald, was a tall, imposing figure with a commanding presence. He was dressed in a tailored navy blue suit with a crisp white shirt and a patterned tie. His dark hair was slicked back, revealing a prominent forehead and piercing blue eyes that seemed to bore into James' soul. A hint of expensive cologne wafted from his direction, mingling with the scent of fine leather from his polished shoes.

Reginald's features were chiseled, with high
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