Dave pov

It's been 4 horrific hours with Temper, and he still won't let go. It's the worst hours of my life I can't get back.

Here I was believing his numerous guests would distract him and overturn his decision, sadly it didn't.

A thousand times I pleaded with him, but not for once did he listened. His attitude wasn't stunning to me. I mean, I knew he was a jerk, but It never occurred to me that he would forcefully include me in this case.

Temper and I haven't crossed each other's paths in the past or had any altercation that would make him want to lead me to my destruction. I'm pretty sure I'll be apprehended by the cops even before I get to find Mark.

After seeing his last guest at the exit door, Temper rushed back to me and opened his drawer to bring out the pistol gun.

“Damn you,” I muttered succinctly and groaned in silence. I grinned my teeth angrily, but I couldn't do anything stupid to him. Temper is heavily guarded. It might take a miracle for me to get past his security.

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