“Ask him what he wants.”

Did Duncan have nothing better to do than drive a car and block his way in the middle of the night?

Jim lowered the window and asked Duncan, who was walking over, “Why are you here, Mr. Lewis?”

“Zachary’s in the car, right? Zachary, I want to stay at your place for some time. I’ve already brought my luggage. However, Sam said he could not make the decisions and didn’t let me enter. I had no choice but to wait for you here.”

Zachary was speechless.

If Duncan were no