"Be my chauffeur for the day, I'm beat up," I tossed the keys to Conrad, who gave me a nasty glare, "what... I'm tired," I pouted my lips softly then whined like a child. He raised a brow at me then chuckled softly, "unfortunately, I am your chauffeur, Glen wants me to take you to meet him somewhere and before you ask me where... I have no idea." He handed me a bag of takeout from my favorite place, "figured you'd be hungry after a long day at school." I nodded, letting out an exaggerated sigh, "I am," taking the bag from him. I hopped into the car as he drove to the presumed location, it was a psychiatric hospital. "Did my brother finally turn himself in?" I slapped his back harshly, "what, don't you know that boy needs psychiatric help?" Before I could hit him again, he slipped out from the car, sticking his tongue out. "It's you who needs mental health," I muttered under my breath, finally stepping outside from the car. I wonder why he wanted us to meet him, this was quite sca
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