Chapter Twenty-Nine XVII

"How are you, Kingston?" Bonifacio asked as Kingston get out of his helicopter. It was a fun ride for Kingston, he haven't ridden a helicopter since he accepted Vincent's offer to be Celestine's bodyguard. He missed it—being above everyone. 

"Good. It was fun. My escape will become even more fun if only I was the one flying the helicopter."

"Don't worry about that, young man. There would be a lot more chance for you to do that, just keep being true to your words."

"I always do. I am true to my words, Mr. Bonifacio," he said as he ran his fingertips through his scalp to fix his hair. 

Kingston has planned everything, from where he should position himself, to what time Venedict will be out of his office building and to where he would escape after. Just in case Bonifacio wouldn't be there to help him. 

Bonifacio is a smart man and he is not easily persuaded. That's what Kingston figured out when he first talked to the businessman.