Chapter 17 SEVENTEEN

—Alec—

“We’re here, sir,” Mr. Benson announced.

I looked up from my phone—the Maybach had pulled up into the VIP parking lot of my favorite mall.

My gaze drifted across the tinted windows and sighted my security, keeping tabs on me from a respectful distance.

Good. Today, I intend to keep a low prof...

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