I put on an arrogant, domineering air.
“I don’t care whether you have a medical report or not. Someone like you—who’s sick—has no right to be a driver! If you want to get yourself killed, don’t drag others down with you!”
After that, I turned my stern gaze on the butler.
“Butler, how does the Gothom Pack screen its drivers? You let someone this sick take the wheel? Are you trying to get Kane killed?”
The butler hated Kane, yes—but even Grace hadn’t dared to kill him outright. How could he dare take that responsibility?
“I didn’t! Don’t slander me!”
“Then fire this unqualified driver right now!”
The butler hesitated. “The driver was personally chosen by Grace. I don’t have the authority to decide.”
Even after what had just happened, he desperately wanted to fire the driver.
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