Shootgun
After waitin' fer a long time, James finally came back home with a panicked look on his face. He walked up to the three of 'em in the dinin' room.

"What's up, James? Why were ya runnin'?" William walked up to him and asked. He immediately guided his son to sit next to him. James grabbed a glass of mineral water and gulped it down quickly. Then, he shook his head slowly, lookin' around the mansion he lived in.

"Dad? Did someone bother ya?" James asked right away, confusin' William. The 32-year-old man squinted his eyes, "What do ya mean, James?"

Once again, the teenager regulated his breath first.

"Answer my question, Dad!" He yelled, makin' the old man who was previously enjoyin' his piece of wagyu steak angry. Hearin' it, Hendry stood up from his seat and said, "Watch your attitude! You rude kid!" He didn't wanna lose to James, Hendry shouted while bangin' the dining table until the objects on it shook.

James fell silent, but William stopped him right away. "Enough, Dad! Don't say tha
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