Sultan pulled the hood of his yellow, duckie-designed hoodie over his head, removing his million-dollar watch and tucking it away.
"All good," he muttered to himself.He gazed down at his feet, then turned to face Lugard, whose reflection stared back at him from the mirror. "Lugard, can I get a boot? A farm boot, the dirty one?"Lugard's expression was puzzled. "Huh? Young Master Watson, why do you need a dirty farm boot?"Sultan's response was swift. "To eat!"Lugard's confusion deepened."Tsk! To wear them, of course!" Sultan clarified with a smirk.Lugard shook his head, chuckling. "You're something else, Young Master Watson. I'll get you the boot."As Lugard turned to leave, Sultan called out, "And make sure it's the dirtiest one you can find!"Lugard raised an eyebrow but nodded. "As you wish, Young Master."Sultan watched Lugard leave, feeling a sense of satisfaction. He needed to look as
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