Samantha flattened William’s car’s tyre before going out of college and left him in trouble.
“Oh, s**t, oh s**t. How is this happening?”
William kicked the car’s tyre repeatedly, venting his anger.
Mike held his hand.
“Hey, William, relax, why are you getting so hyper. It’s just a car, a machine anything could happen anytime.”
William jerked his hand and yell.
“No, it’s my car, William Gilbert’s car. I know how to maintain it, I am sure it was done by somebody on purpose. I will not spare the person behind this prank.”
William’s frown face is nothing but eyes were fiercely red which made his errands gang scared of his anger. After all, he is William Gilbert, son of President Gilbert, nobody wants to offend him.
“Alright, but that will be in the future. Think how will you manage now
