Two years ago, at Quinn Sinclair's funeral, this car had appeared several times. The driver was the same man from back then.
'It must be Quinn's boss! He's back!'
Having locked onto his target, Peter Sinclair boldly walked over to block the car.
The car was forced to a stop on the side of the road.
Peter Sinclair ran over excitedly and pounded on the car window.
"Sir, it's me! I'm Quinn Sinclair's father!"
After a moment, the car remained silent. The window didn't even roll down.
Unwilling to give up, Peter Sinclair continued to pound on the door. "Sir, please get out! I have something to tell you—something very important!"
Aiden Howkins glanced at the slovenly old man outside and frowned. "Young Master Quincy, should I have him removed?"
Adrian Quincy sat in the back, tablet in hand, browsing the latest online news.
As if oblivious to the commotion outside, he said simply, "Drive in."
