Felix's car pulled up in front of the Kings Hotel, and Felix couldn't help but stare in awe at the sheer size of it. He definitely couldn't even afford the sight of it in his past life—if you could call it that.
He was about to pull the car door open to step out, and had only opened it a centimeter when the chauffeur hastily ran up to the side and opened it the rest of the way and made several deep bows in apology.
Felix wasn't used to this kind of treatment and wanted to tell the man it was fine, seeing the look of terror on his face. But remembering his brand personality, Felix stepped out and patted the man on his shoulder to assure him no offense was taken.
But the man looked up with terror written all over his face and fell on his knees in defeat. And before Felix could even register what was happening, another chauffeur ran to take his place as the previous one got dragged away by a bouncer, like they were taking him to a dark alley to silence him for good.
