"There's still some time left," Rowdy Brightwill thought for a moment and then added, "You rest first."
After speaking, he didn't linger and ran straight toward Drake Easton.
Without another word, he intercepted the man.
Flossie Wright closed her eyes and only heard footsteps gradually fading away. Thinking carefully, she hadn't heard the assembly whistle either, so she didn't ponder it further.
Not far away—
"Not even a minute!"
Drake Easton's face was stern, his voice decisive and firm.
"Drake, brother..."
Standing in front of him, Rowdy Brightwill clung stubbornly, his face showing a pleading look.
Drake Easton's eyebrows rose.
Drake, brother?
Even calling me 'boss' won't work!
Annoyed by his presence, Drake Easton said coldly, "Get lost."
"Just five minutes."
Rowdy Brightwill was persistent.
Drake Easton's face darkened, truly at the end of his patience, and he kicked toward Rowdy Brightwill's kneecap!
"Hey, hey, hey—"
