“Captain Walsh, it’s already late today. Plus, Mr. Chance has not yet prepared. Can we spend a night in Horington, please?” Tristan turned toward Shane Walsh and asked.
“No way. I’m told to take him to the southwest. I’m not informed that I could spend the night here!”
Upon saying that, Shane turned and walked toward his car.
As he was walking, he murmured to himself, “Since when did the son of the Bailey family become others’ slave?”
“You…” Tristan was enraged to hear that.
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