“Master, are you going to change your mind.”
James felt it before he even finished speaking. A strange, creeping unease climbed up his spine. Ever since Hazel raised her hand and slapped Anderson, nothing felt predictable anymore. The scene outside the car had not gone the way James expected. It had not gone the way logic dictated.
The man beside him shot him a cold glance.
James instantly shut his mouth.
Without another word, he adjusted his posture, placed both hands firmly on the steering wheel, and slowly moved the car forward. The Rolls Royce glided ahead with quiet authority, closing the distance until they were close enough to hear every raised voice outside, close enough to see every expression clearly.
At the school gate, Anderson was sprawled on the ground.
His once hands
