Carson Flores and Shirley Miller had just stepped out when they immediately spotted the imposing luxury car and a group of dandified disciples waiting on the side of the road to watch the show.
The car door slid open, and Desmond Hoffman got out with a cold face, followed closely by Messiah Frost.
"Carson Flores, you sure think highly of yourself, making us wait for you for half an hour!"
"No one asked you to wait, and if you didn't want to wait, you could have left."
Carson responded casually, not even bothering to look at Desmond Hoffman as he directed his gaze straight to Hank Hoffman, whose presence was obscured by the darkness within the car.
Desmond Hoffman's eyes were practically shooting fire, but he was utterly helpless.
After all, he couldn't beat him, could he?
He had no choice but to turn his head, looking at Hank Hoffman with a pitiful, pleading gaze, "Grandpa, look at this kid's attitude!"
