The More The Merrier

Chapter 722 I Want The Same Breakfast

Benjamin had just run a few rounds when Kingsley’s car pulled up beside him. The car window lowered, and Kingsley waved at him. “Morning, Benjamin. Exercising?”

Benjamin took a quick look at him and picked up his phone. His cold voice rang. “Who let this guy in? Whoever it is, you’re getting it from me. I want you guys to throw him out.”

Kingsley interrupted, “Hey! I came in on my own. I’m so sorry, Boss. I won’t do it again. Please don’t throw me out. You know how embarrassing it is.”

Benjamin scoffed. Kingsley continued, “Boss, I promise I will not poke my nose into your private life anymore, okay? I was just worried! That’s why I listened in for a bit. You don’t have to be this mad. You guys didn’t do anything anyway.”

“Get out of the car, Kingsley Watts!” Benjamin roared, stopping immediately.

That sent a shudder down Kingsley’s spine.

“You don’t want to get thrown out, do you?” Benjamin sneered.

Kingsley got out of his car as told. “So you’re not throwing me out?” he asked playfully. “I’ll do anything as long as you don’t do that to me.”

“Fifty rounds. Don’t you dare take a break,” Benjamin ordered.

Kingsley’s jaw dropped. He looked at his friend in despair.

Fifty rounds? One round is eight hundred meters, and fifty rounds mean forty kilometers! Benjamin’s so cold-blooded!

“Or do you want to run with added weight?” Benjamin questioned, leaving no room for negotiation.

“All right! I’ll do it.”

had no choice but to do as he was told. Without even changing into his sneakers, he

not have come if it were not for the

few bodyguards ran over to Benjamin to apologize when they saw Kingsley running on

Graham. We didn’t manage to

all waiting

“Yes, sir!”

running and followed closely behind

a problem for those trained guards, but for Kingsley,

already dog-tired after only

a loser!”

but he dared not breathe

had been a while since he last

home.

going back, he sat down in the living

after I

Benjamin, he took a glass

your morning exercise,

replied curtly as

scarce and went back to the kitchen to

coming from the kitchen, he

she making? It

down his newspaper and walked over

peanut oil in,” Arissa