The black Rolls-Royce roared to life, and the door swung open as someone climbed inside. The window rolled down, and the man inside exchanged a few more words with someone outside. Only then did the Rolls-Royce slowly pull away, heading toward the other end of the alley. Inside the car, in the back seat. A pair of polished leather shoes, gleaming without a single raindrop or speck of dust, was casually crossed. The Rolls-Royce had an incredibly spacious interior. The man in the back not only had his long legs crossed but was also lounging lazily with his arm resting on the center console. "Mr. Horton, are we heading to Mr. Vazquez's place, or going home?" the driver asked from up front. Jaden replied flatly, "Go to Mr. Vazquez's first. Remember, from now on, every single day before I go home, I'll be stopping by to visit him. It's the rule, so don't ask me such pointless questions again." The driver secretly wiped away a cold sweat and promised, "Yes, sir." Working for som
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