The Amazing Marcus Puth

Chapter Eighty!

Don shoved his phone back into his pocket, thinking he'd deal with John's message later. For now, he needed to focus on helping Johnson.

"So, how far do you agree to run for now?" he asked Johnson, who growled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Not like I have an option," Johnson said, his voice laced with frustration.

Don smiled reassuringly. "Trust me, you won't regret it," he said.

Johnson's expression turned serious. "Hopefully, when I have settled, Don, you will have to sneak my father's body for me. I don't trust the Tycoon Lord," he said, his voice low and urgent.

Don's eyes widened. "That would be quiet hard," he responded, understanding the gravity of the request.

Johnson's eyes pleaded with him. "I know, but you have to do this for me, please, Don. I'm begging you."

"Fine, Don said, even though he wasn't sure how he'd manage it.

"Thanks, buddy," Johnson said, smiling.

"I've arranged for some men to help you," Don explained. "You'll need to use the riverine at night to avoid b