Chapter 972

"—I'll take you to West Atlantics Int’l. Bridget's currently working on something else, so she's most likely too busy to deal with you." Upon saying that, Darius raised both brows and pursed his lips into a thin line.

Winston was quick to follow behind Darius as the latter led the way. He was ecstatic to have Darius show him around West Atlantics Int’l. That was the most ideal outcome, so he immediately rushed behind Darius.

The journey was mostly successful, except when Winston insisted on driving; he crashed the front of the car into the gate seconds after Darius agreed to let him take the wheel.

Sitting in the backseat, Darius crossed his arms before his chest and frowned at the massive sign next to him that read West Atlantics Int’l. He sighed, then turned to face Winston.

"You broke my car on the way here. I have no clue how you intend to compensate me since I doubt you can afford to pay the price I demand, no matter how low. On top of the damage, you still drove me to the compa