Forty

Curious onlookers in the store gathered around, their minds buzzing with questions about the purpose of the men's arrival. Could they be here for the underprivileged guy? It seemed highly improbable, and even Jenna couldn't wrap her head around the idea that he could be involved in such a grand spectacle.

Jenna's confusion grew as she noticed another man whom she recognized, stepping out of one of the Rolls-Royces, his eyes fixed on Travis. Travis, too, was taken aback by the sight. The last time he had seen this man was when he turned his back on his family.

This man was none other than Travis's bodyguard—his trusted companion who had accompanied him through thick and thin, ensuring his safety and standing by his side during times of trouble. He had been Travis's partner in crime on so many countless adventures.

The man bowed respectfully and addressed Travis, saying, "Master Travis, I hope I haven't arrived too late."

Travis shook his head and replied, "No, you're right on time. So,