Chapter 39

At that moment, a disharmonious voice cut through the street noise from the side. “Hey! Isn't that the useless Tariq Al-Khoury from our house?” Tariq Al-Khoury tightened his grip on the steering wheel of the Al-Rawi Motors R8. Beside him, Yasmin's expression shifted from casual boredom to sharp irritation as she looked toward the sidewalk. Standing there was Omar Al-Mansour, dressed in casual, expensive labels that didn't quite mask his arrogant posture. At his side, a female secretary...