[3rd Person’s POV]
Fred watched Thorne walk away. He lifted the skirt. Randy cried silently. He was drowning with his own tears. Fred pitied him.
“Son, it’s okay now,” he cooed. He smiled at him.
Randy wiped his tears. He forced a smile. He’s terrified of the billionaire. And what he can do as well.
“T-Thank you, S-Sir,” he stammered.
Fred sighed. “Your life is in big trouble, son. You’re tied with a devil.”
Randy softly chuckled.
“But I apologize in advance,” Fred’s face saddened. “I’m old. And I don’t want to be involved with fights,” he stopped speaking.
Fred opened the drawer, containing his earnings. He picked thirty-dollars. That’s all he can give.
Fred offered the money to Randy. “Take it, son. I don’t have much. But I hope this will help.”
Randy understood what Fr
