Darren's POV
We got to the mansion gates, and the guards were ruder than before. The only upside to it was that they easily let me in. They wore angry scowls on their faces, sending me death glares. I shook it off, not in the mood for unnecessary power tussles. And Janet kept eyeballing me, ready to give me hell if I made a move.
I drove in, parking my guy in the space furthest from the mansion. I hadn't even removed my key from the ignition when I heard my name.
"DARREN! FUCKING! KING! You really have some nerve. I called you days ago about my dau-"
"For fuck's sake! Why do I have to deal with shit like this every time I'm in London?"
I was about to kick the door open and give Jason a piece of my mind before Janet grabbed my arm.
"Remember, don't make things worse than they already are."
"You're one to talk. You're the cause of this. I could serve you to him on a platter."
