Five black Rolls-Royce cars drove in perfect formation to the front of Berklee College of Music's academic building.
The bodyguards exited first, with the one closest to the lead car moving to open the back door. "Mr. Dawson."
Lawrence stepped out, wearing a deep blue bespoke suit paired with a high-collared white shirt, exuding a casually refined elegance.
He stepped out of the car, and as he exited, he fastened the button on his jacket.
"Mr. Dawson, welcome to Berklee College of Music." Wesley greeted him with a smile, personally coming to receive him.
Lawrence, radiating an air of aloof authority, greeted Wesley with the demeanor of a superior, saying, "It's been a long time, Wesley."
Right now, in the garden corridor, Miranda was being held down by three people. One covered her m
