"Don't take photos! You can't take photos! I'm Maynard Jones..." Maynard's face showed anger and embarrassment. He yelled at the crowd, but hesitated to reveal his full name.
He desperately needed to find a hole to hide in!
Just moments ago, facing Theophilus was like confronting the threat of death, which caused him to lose control and wet his pants. He couldn't believe Theophilus would drag him here, exposing him to the residential community for everyone to see, take photos, and record.
What was he supposed to do now?
Maynard's face turned ashen, a sickly shade akin to pig liver, as he desperately covered his face.
"You're about to become famous." Theophilus said, his smile barely there as he looked at Maynard.
He swung his arm, hurling Maynard into the Lamborghini. Maynard crashed
