Enric Garcia's grin stretched from ear to ear.
"Of course not! Of course not! Who are you, Second Brother? How could someone like you lie?" he laughed foolishly. "As long as my national goddess is still single, I'm not worried about chasing her!"
"Second Brother, I wronged you! I sincerely apologize!"
Victor Steele was already completely used to his shameless flattery and didn't react at all.
"Where are you now?"
Enric Garcia leaned out of the car window and glanced around.
"We'll reach the hotel in about two minutes. Second Brother, where are you?"
"I've been on the plane for more than ten hours. I'll be landing in Averton soon," Victor Steele said calmly. "Don't go back to the hotel with Isabella Cruz. Come straight to the airport and pick me up."
Enric Garcia instantly straightened up.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Victor Steele's forehead twitched.
Sometimes, he truly despaired at the intelligence level of humanity.
