C33 CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

David furrowed his brows. He tilted his head. Had he come to the wrong house?

He brought out his phone and dialed a number.

The door creaked open.

His security guard stood with his feet, shoulder-width apart.

He firmly gripped the pistol, her index finger visibly resting outside the trigger guard.

"Welcome sir!"

He greeted David. He didn't know it was his boss