Chapter 133: We Don't Walk the Same Path

Not just the man and two women nearby. Even the green-uniformed sentries at the gate stared at Miller Cutmore in shock. If not for duty, they would have been clapping for him. They had stood post for years and were used to those four swaggering around like they owned the place. It was the first time they had seen anyone dare lay hands on them. Their job was to guard the compound gate, not to play bodyguard for a bunch of trust-fund brats. Even if those four got chased down and beaten, it had nothing...