C45 Blank Space

Laird’s POV

I leaned against the wall with one hand. Several times I assessed the situation and remembered Alan's words that kept boiling my blood. I glared sharply at Alan, and the man slowly got up. Unfortunately, he just chuckled and even had time to straighten his shirt.

"Ignore him, sir. He's just jealous of me," Alan still chuckled.

"Please get my wallet, sir