‘This brat dressed like a hillbilly. Why would the lady hire him as her driver? How did I miss that clue?’

‘This is a helicopter. If this brat can't afford to pay for it, then I might not be able to keep my job too. Oh, dear! They might hold me responsible for it.’

The security guard was in distress as he pondered that; he wanted to cry. He shouted at Darryl, "Don't you dare run away. If you don't pay for the damages, then you’ll have to work here to pay off your debts."

"Who said anything about running away?" Darryl replied quizzically.

‘It’s just a helicopter. Why would I run?’

Pitter-patter…

The commotion on the platform had attracted a crowd.

"What happened?"

Soon, a few people walked out of the crowd—they were staff at the mall. The leader was a well-dressed man, and he looked imposing.

He was probably only about 25 years old; he was Chas Turner—the mall’s owner.

Chas’ family, the Turner family, was quite influential in Rich Cloud City. They had businesses in