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.”

choice but to do as he was told. Without even

would not have come if it were

few bodyguards ran over to Benjamin to apologize

sorry, Mr. Graham. We didn’t manage

face darkened. “What are you all waiting for? Run! A hundred

“Yes, sir!”

and followed closely

hundred rounds were not a problem for those trained guards,

after only a few

a loser!” Benjamin

was upset, but he dared

had been a while since he last

weakness, Benjamin went back home. He no longer had the mood to

down in the living room and picked up

after I read the

took a

done with your morning exercise, Mr.

curtly as

scarce and went back to the kitchen to

food coming from the kitchen, he looked up into the kitchen and saw Arissa

making? It smells

put down his newspaper and

some peanut oil in,”