I Was Just A Passerby Carrying His Twin Heirs Chapter 17

I Was Just A Passerby Carrying His Twin Heirs Chapter 17

I headed downstairs.

The moment I stepped out of the lobby, I froze.

A sleek black official sedan sat idling at the curb, polished like a mirror.

Two plainclothes security detail guards stood post right beside it.

Was all this really necessary?

As I walked over, the rear door swung open from the inside.

Grant Vance sat in the back seat.

He wore a dark turtleneck under a tailored overcoat.

His hair was slightly longer than last time, a few loose strands touching his temple.

Honestly-

He looked insanely good.

Purely objective assessment, zero ulterior motives attached.

His eyes swept over me, resting briefly on my stomach.

Even under the baggy hoodie where nothing showed, he still looked out of habit.

“Get in.”

I climbed inside and sat beside him.

The interior was massive, the leather seats so soft you sank right in.

“Morning.”

“Yeah,” he replied softly.

“Sleep well last night?”

“Decent. Had a weird dream though.”

“What dream?”

“Dreamt your cousin chased me down the street trying to make me sign papers. Then I realized I wasn’t

wearing pants.”

Silence filled the car.

Sunlight flooded the main lobby as we stepped outside.

Just as I prepared to get in the car, a heavy voice called out from behind.

“Grant!”

Grant and I turned simultaneously.

A middle-aged man approached quickly, flanked by two aides.

Tailored suit, hair combed back impeccably, sharing a slight resemblance to Grant, but his vibe was entirely

different.

Grant was cold.

This man was-scheming.

Floating text flashed across the air.

[Grant’s uncle, George Vance. Gavin’s father. The real puppet master of the Vance dynasty was finally showing his face.]