Chapter 52

Alexander narrowed his eyes and pointed at the phone number stuck on the Bentley’s windscreen. “Call him and get him to move his car.” The guard complied and dialed the phone number. “Sir, your car is blocking the neighborhood’s entrance,” he said politely. “Could you come and move it?” Of course, the guard was no inexperienced person. He was mature in age and knew who he could offend and who he could not. “I’m a little busy here! I’m just stopping for a while. The poor will...