“No way, no way!” Sandy shook her head emphatically. “I’m just curious!” Kiran put a finger to his lips, whispering, “Kiddo, curiosity isn’t always a good thing.”
Sandy and Kiran managed to walk out of the Burke Estate, surprisingly without any hassle from the family. Watching the bodyguards eye Kiran with fear, Sandy couldn’t help but ask, “Brother, what did you do? Why are they all so scared of you?”
“Just remember, in this world, only the weak fear the strong.” Kiran paused, glancing at Sandy, “But you don’t need to worry about that. As long as I’m around, no one’s gonna mess with you.”
Sandy leaned forward, asking, “Can’t you just not be enemies with Sophie and the others?”
“Huh?”
“You shot her!”
“For your sake, I didn’t kill her.”
“But she’s been really nice to me!”
“That’s why I only shot her in the shoulder.”
“I’m not happy about it!”
“Next time, I’ll let her shoot back.”
Sandy fell silent, at a loss for words. Kiran opened the car door, set up Sandy’s favorite pink pillow, and adjusted the seat just right before letting her hop in. Once inside, he carefully buckled her seatbelt.
Sandy pouted, “The way you’re acting, I’ll end up with no friends.”
With a calm voice, Kiran asked while driving with one hand, “What’s more important, your friends or your brother?”
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