CHAPTER 40.1
My brows creasing as my feet stopped me from walking away while the door was left absentmindedly open. I stare at the man who seemed unresponsive on the bed and he was slim, had tattoos on his skin just like me and had a jet-black hair.
“Son?” I turn my attention to my dad who called out my attention. “Let’s go?”
I nodded and as I was turning my attention back to the room but they have already shut the door. I began to walk closer to my dad and we joined my mother in the elevator with his bodyguards. As soon as we headed to the parking lot, there were already reporters waiting for us and I was shocked to see so many photographers trying to take photos of us. Dad’s bodyguards were tall and lean as they were securing me, my mum and my dad towards our car. As soon as we got inside, we drove away without answering anyone from the press who were there and tailing our ass.
“Harry. Would it be alright if you’d go back home to us?” Dad asks me and I think he’s concern about Elvis
