A few days more, and Kieran would make his first public appearance. Gregory was trying to lecture Kieran on how to do things right, just like one does to a little clueless kid. But Kieran was man enough—no one teaches a street rat how to act rich.
It was a restless Friday night. Black Mercedes Benzes cruised through the street in a linear formation, slow and steady as though all were on autopilot. And shrouded amidst these black land yachts was a creamy Rolls Royce Boat Tail. Anyone would know who would probably ride in the most expensive car. Even when the car plates told one thing - Holland escort.
The cars drove through the restless city, where every person passing by took pictures, to the front of a tall building. Walls built of glass that reflected the Skybridge City's lustrous face. People say you could see the city's beautiful night landscape on the walls of the Holland Penthouse... And so, they told no lie.
