Fooling Taylor

At the gym…

Sweat-filled Taylor Smith could be seen running on a treadmill. A few guards were stationed around the empty gym that had only Taylor exercising.

A guy standing beside the door, touched his earpiece. After a few seconds, he walked up to Taylor Smith and reported.

“Boss, Asher Williamsburg and Quinn July from the Quinn family have entered the country.”

Taylor slowed down his treadmill until it stopped. He took a towel from another guard who stepped forward and wiped off the pool of sweat on him.

“At last.” He mumbled, then a villainous smile graced his lips. “What hotel are they in?”

“King’s hotel,” The guard said.

“Bold of him to choose my hotel,” Taylor snorted. “Pass my order. Make sure they have the best service… my donkey needs to be taken care of before killing it.”

The guard lost his momentum for a moment. “K– kill?” He asked in a daze. Asher is not just a nobody. How can he think of killing him in their country? Country A won’t let them off!

“Why? You have a