His Secret Backer
The bureau chief immediately straightened his clothes, leading everyone forward to welcome them, stopping with utmost deference before a Rolls-Royce.
The driver respectfully pulled open the car door, and a white-haired elderly man stepped out of the vehicle. Everyone instantly lowered their heads.
"Don."
Harrison froze. His palms were thoroughly drenched with sweat from nerves over meeting such a powerful figure for the very first time.
However, soon the door on the other side opened, and I leisurely stepped out of the car.
Harrison snapped his head up, his eyes widening in disbelief.