"Ramsey,"
Uncle Carlos frowned deeply as he looked at his son, who was still blocking the car.
"Are you still not moving?"
"I'm sorry, grandpa. I'm sorry, Dad."
Ramsey didn't dare meet grandpa Luther's gaze from the back seat, but he refused to budge.
"President Luther gave me a direct order. I can't let you pass."
If there was ever a perfect example of saying the toughest words in the meekest tone, this was it!
Grandpa Luther studied Ramsey, his eyes gleaming with approval.
"Ramsey is just like you were in your youth. Keeping him by Sinclair's side was the right decision."
Grandpa shifted his gaze to Uncle Carlos in the front seat and spoke slowly.
"However, this trip is non-negotiable. Go handle this."
"Yes, sir."
Understanding Grandpa's meaning, Uncle Carlos nodded.
"I'll go teach that brat a lesson."
Before the words had fully left his mouth, he pushed the door open and strode out.
Am I about to get my ass kicked?
