WARNING: This chapter contains mature content not suitable for young readers. Please read at your own risk.
THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
"Fucking hell-this traffic is a nightmare!"
Sera flinched at Kieran's shout, followed by the sharp thud of his fist hitting the steering wheel.
This was what he hated most about driving in the Philippines: either you were stuck in gridlock for hours, or gas prices ate through your wallet like acid. For a billionaire who still counted every peso, it was equal parts exhausting and infuriating.
Kidd rolled his eyes, flicking the air vent toward his face. "Drama queen. It's just traffic-you should see HQ's commute. This is nothing by comparison."
Kieran's brow knotted tight. He wanted to snap back, but he knew his brother would never yield, and arguing would only wear him out more. Instead he let out a sharp breath, his gaze drifting to the rearview mirror.
