Frank chuckled. “Just you wait. I promise you that in a few days, that Jubba kid will be on his knees, apologizing.” Jason laughed in turn. “In that case, I shall look forward to that!”

In the evening, Tigris took Jason’s Range Rover and took Frank to a mansion in the suburbs, quietly stopping outside.

The security guards immediately recognized that it was the vehicle of the owner of his security firm and ran up to it.

Tigris lowered the window and nodded at him. “So that’s why Mr. Chand arranged for you to be a door guard for the Ingram family. That was a nice style of running!”

The security guard laughed. “You flatter me we wouldn’t even have a turn if you were interested in this job and the low pay. Anyway, Mr. Ingram instructed us to let you in! Welcome!” After some small talk, the security guard gestured for the others to open the gates, and the Range Rover drove straight to the basement garage of the mansion.

Seeing all the sports cars around the garage, Tigris sighed enviously. “I’d live in a mansion and marry a celebrity just to drive around in that.”

Frank was unsure if he should laugh or cry. “Never a dull moment with you. Just stay in the car-I can go alone from here.”