Chapter 222: Helping me (1)
Three Hours Ago:
"Demetri! Open this door right now, or I swear I’ll bring a bulldozer to tear your house down!" Roger’s voice blared through the loudspeaker, echoing through the quiet neighborhood.
Inside, Demetri lay sprawled on his bed, groaning as he pressed his hands over his ears, desperate to drown out the commotion.
But he knew it was futile.
Roger was as stubborn as a mule, and once he set his mind to something, there was no stopping him just like Lucius. The racket was sure to rouse the entire neighborhood, and Demetri could already imagine his neighbors peeking through their curtains, cursing his name for the disturbance.
With a resigned sigh, he muttered, "This man won’t rest until he gets what he wants."
Grumbling under his breath, Demetri slipped on his slippers and trudged toward the front door. He pushed it open and made his way to the main gates, already regretting the effort. As soon as he swung the gate open, Roger stood there, grinning smugly with the loudspeaker still in hand.
"I sleep during the day," Demetri snapped, snatching the loudspeaker out of Roger’s grasp. Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked back toward the house.
Roger followed, undeterred. "I know that, but we need to fix whatever’s going on between you and the boss," he insisted, his tone half pleading, half exasperated.