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    As they stood there frozen in confusion, the car window rolled down.


    Cole’s face appeared in the opening, sharp and visibly irritated.


    “What are you all gawking at?”


    The four men snapped to attention, eyes wide with rm.


    Cole’s tone dropped colder. “What is going on here? The driver abandons the wheel, Myles wanders off, and Aron and Hugh decide to join the audience. You all trying to get fired today?”


    The four exchanged baffled nces, not grasping the situation.


    Among the crew, Myles was usually the one who kept his head clear—he had the degree, the sharp instincts, the answers.


    As expected, Aron, Hugh, and the driver all turned to Myles for direction.


    But today, even Myles looked nk.


    Cole narrowed his eyes at them, his voice dripping with dry sarcasm as he asked, “Why are you all eyeballing Myles? You wanna go work for him instead?”


    Before Myles, Aron, Hugh, and the driver could fully grasp what had just happened, Cole’s gaze snapped to Myles—cold and sharp as a de. “So, Myles,” Cole said, his voice low but cutting, “thinking about ditching me to start your own thing? nning to steal my crew while you’re at it?”


    The driver froze for a heartbeat, shock hitting him like a brick. Then, without thinking twice, he darted to the driver’s seat, threw open the door, and jumped in. His hands gripped the wheel tightly, like it was his lifeline. Work for Myles? What a joke. Sure, Myles had brains, degrees, and skills. Butpared to Cole, the billionaire boss, he was nowhere close. Driving for Cole wasn’t just a job. It was a status symbol, something to brag about. Driving for Myles? That was like getting demoted to the minor leagues.


    Aron and Hugh snapped out of their daze just as quickly. They exchanged a quick look, then, in perfect sync, spun around, yanked open the back doors, and climbed inside the car. With a loud m, they shut the doors, leaving Myles out like yesterday’s news. Myles was their older brother, but when push came to shove, they’d rather stick with Cole as his bodyguard chiefs.


    Aron and Hugh weren’t fools. Myles could unt his ten million in the bank, but that was chump changepared to Cole’s fortune. What was there to protect, anyway? Besides, Myles could be stingy sometimes.


    Thest time Cole handed Myles a ten-million-dor bonus, right in front of Aron and Hugh, he told Myles to share it with them. But Myles had only handed Aron and Hugh a single dor coin. Aron and Hugh knew that Cole could be unpredictable, but when he was in a good mood, he threw cash around like it was nothing. Even the smallest tip from him was a windfall. So when it came down to it, Cole came first—even ahead of family.


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    With the driver, Aron, and Hugh moving fast, Myles was left standing alone beside the car. One minute, he was the backbone of the crew. The next, he was a captain with no ship.


    Just then, a sudden gust of wind swept past, sending a chill through Myles. Though the sun zed overhead, a strange cold crept through him. He looked around, confused. What had he done to end up like this?


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