Chapter Ten

As Ryan drove back to the estate gate, he stopped as the security guard approached the car before opening the gate to let him out.

Ryan rolled down the window, smirking as the guard's eyes widened in shock at the sight of him in the sleek car.

Ryan scoffed, locking eyes with the guard. "What, you think I stole it because I’m too poor to own something this nice?"

The guard struggled to find words, his mouth opening and closing uselessly.

"Open the gate and let me out of here, you lowlife," Ryan snapped.

He chuckled as he watched the guard trudge back to the gatehouse.

"It’s always the ones with nothing who look down on others when they get a taste of the good life," he muttered to himself.

Once the gate was open, he drove forward a bit and stopped in front of the gatehouse.

"Is there... is anything wrong, sir?" The guard drawled.

"Sir?" Ryan chuckled.

He leaned closer, his voice dripping with mockery. “Don’t worry, I won’t report you to your employer. Your job is safe... for now.”

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