"Mr. Sullivan, we're sorry for being late!" The three men walked up to Garrett Taylor but completely ignored him. The only one that mattered to them was Hunter Sullivan.
They gave a deep bow in unison, their expressions as humble as they could be.
Hunter Sullivan glanced at his watch. "You guys are ten minutes late."
Fear was evident in the eyes of the three men being reprimanded. "Mr. Sullivan, we…"
They tried to explain themselves, but the other cut them off. "A slap for every minute."
Hunter Sullivan's words made him seem like a lunatic to the villagers. 'Does he know who these people are? They're the three most influential businessmen in Greenwich—William Duggars, Finley Kennedy, and Emery Kleine! He's stupid enough to try to hold Elder Taylor hostage, but how could he not recognize these three men? In fact, he even asked them to slap themselves! Isn't he just courting death?'
