On the way back to the Beta Division, Lackey glanced at Beta, who had been acting strangely quiet throughout the journey.
"Do you have something on your mind?"
Beta flinched slightly at his question before shaking her head. "No. It's just a work issue," she mumbled, turning her gaze toward the window as the car moved through the quiet streets.
Behind the wheel, the commander continued driving in silence, occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror to check on his passengers.
His expression remained stiff, and his hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary.
The commander of the Beta Division was now reduced to acting like a fucking driver!
Do you have any idea how humiliating that was?
If he had been doing this for the Governor, he could have swallowed his pride and endured it. But for a Slave as well? How much further was he expected to lower himself?
Yet, despite the anger boiling inside him, the Commander could only grit his teeth and remain silent.
