"Are you satisfied with the outcome, Mr. McDonald? If you're not, I will instruct someone to fix Todd again," Kyle said hesitantly as he followed Connor out of the private lounge.
"Todd is nothing more than a punk. There's no need to bother with what he said," Connor said faintly.
"Absolutely." Kyle nodded. "Let me send you back to the university, Mr. McDonald."
"It's alright. Your car is too flashy. I don't want to draw too much attention. I will go back on foot." Connor refused without even thinking about it.
"Well then, if you need my help in the future, call me directly."
"Sure." Connor nodded back, then he turned and left the bar.
After Kyle drove away, Connor walked down the street alone. Looking at the traffic on the street, he started thinking back to what had happened for the past few days.
