Chapter 9 I'll Do Anything, Nicholas

• Nicholas sat in the back of his car, the city lights sliding across his face. His jaw was tight, a deep frown carved into his perfect features.
• Garvin sat stiffly in the driver seat. He had worked for Nicholas long enough to know when to keep his mouth shut. The air in the car was suffocating, Nicholas’s anger radiating so thickly that it felt like a physical force pressing against him.
• Young Master was in a bad mood.