I didn't know why, but I had a feeling he sensed my hostility, especially when he started walking toward me.
"You should head back and get some sleep, young man. I will take over from here," he added, which only fueled my anger.
Summoning every ounce of self-control, I forced myself to respond to this jerk and play the sheep—for now. He had enough money to command an S-Class, so picking a fight with him would be stupid.
"I'll be taking my leave. Mr. Sakamoto, thank you for putting a stop to this incident."
A soft chuckle slipped past him. "Good… at least you're clever enough to know when to back down."
"You're right, Mr. Sakamoto. Money does make the rules. That's why I'm only following my father's example… by placing my trust in you."
He studied me for a few seconds, his dark eyes narrowing slightly, gauging if I was bluffing.
"Smart words," he murmured. "Your father would have been proud."
