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 changing

come if it were

to Benjamin to apologize when they saw Kingsley running

didn’t manage to stop Mr.

face darkened. “What are you all

“Yes, sir!”

started running and followed closely

trained guards, but for Kingsley, he

already dog-tired after only a

a loser!” Benjamin

he dared not breathe

while

weakness, Benjamin went back home. He

in the living room and

after I read the

a glass of water and went

done with your morning

curtly

then made himself scarce and went

delicious food coming from the kitchen, he looked up into

making?

newspaper and walked over to

peanut oil in,” Arissa