Kiran sensed someone lurking behind him, and his eyebrows knitted together for a split second before he swiftly swung his arm back. James was quick on his feet, dodging just in time to see Kiran holding a dagger that had been concealed up his sleeve.
James frowned at the sight of the blade. "Mr. Angelo, don't you think you're overreacting just a tad?"
"I’m not a fan of people sneaking up on me. Next time, Mr. Burke, be more careful, or this blade might find its way to your throat."
Kiran's lips curled into a smile, but his eyes were icy, and his words carried a dangerous undertone.
James raised his hands in surrender, "Hey, no harm intended."
"Brother!"
Sandy, remembering how James had helped save Sophie, tugged at Kiran’s sleeve, urging him to let it slide.
Kiran glanced at his sister's worried face and finally slipped the dagger away. "I'm taking her with me. If Joseph has any issues, he can take them up with me directly."
With that, Kiran headed inside to grab Sandy's suitcase.
"Bro! I don’t..."
"Don’t want to leave?"
Kiran playfully pinched Sandy’s cheek. "I'll count to three, and you can say that again."
"…"
Sandy swallowed her words, "I mean... I’ll listen to you, brother."
Satisfied, Kiran let go of her cheek.
As Kiran was about to lead Sandy away, James chimed in, "Mr. Angelo, there are a few things I think we should discuss in private."
"There's nothing to discuss between us."
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