Chapter: 833

Gerry didn't take kindly to his interruption. He yanked the sunglasses off his face and demanded, "Who the hell are you?"

The driver's expression turned stern. “This is Mr. Hampton's villa. What do you think you're doing?"

Gerry tossed him a permit notice. "Mr. Hampton, eh? We rented this place."

The driver crouched down to pick up the piece of paper. Before he could even read it properly, Corey strode over and snatched it from the his hands.

"Mr. Hopkins," Corey said, looking Gerry in the eye. “When have I ever offended you?"