Chapter 441

The driver was the first to step out. He went around to the back seat, with the precision of routine, and placed a wheelchair on the ground. Then he reached back into the car, gently lifting the passenger out in a smooth, practiced move.

He had done that so many times that he could probably do it blindfolded, always making sure his boss was comfy in the chair.

However, a sudden gust of wind swept through the night, sending the unbraked wheelchair off course. The driver paused, the empty air under his arms telling him something had gone wrong.

"Sorry, Mr. Alex Gordon, the wind's taken your wheelchair for a spin. Hang tight in the car, I'll go grab it."

No sooner had the driver's words faded than he caught sight of the runaway wheelchair making its way back, escorted by a man in a crisp white jacket.

"Then..."

His eyes, filled with gratitude, landed on the man's face, but he could only get one syllable out before he was rooted to the spot in shock.

The resemblance was uncanny. The