The Unshackled Queen: Never Say Never

Hannah leaned forward to see a silver gray Maybach stopped in the middle of the road.

Its driver had stepped out to inspect something and approached them shortly.

The cars broken down and needs fixing.

Youll need to take a detour, he informed them politely.

Dotson raised an eyebrow.

You think you own the road? Why should we detour just because you say so? There are other routes available.

The driver remained unfazed by Dotsons confrontation, his own demeanor cooling.

Regardless, this road is off-limits for now.noveldrama

Dotson, undeterred, shot back, Theres more than one way to handle this.

Just snap a picture and move your car aside. Why disrupt traffic? Despite Dotsons frustration, the driver maintained a polite smile.

The situation is delicate; theres a VIP in that car.

This revelation took Dotson aback momentarily before he scrutinized the Maybach.

Although no one exited the vehicle, a flurry of activity surrounded it.

Bold as ever, Dotson stood his ground.

Im not detouring today.

What are you going to do about it? Young man, your temper could use some work, the driver remarked coolly.

What will it take? Name your price, and just leave.

Dotsons anger peaked as he stood firm.

I dont need your money.

We need to pick up Bryson.

We cant afford to delay.

Hearing Hannah, Dotsons defiance melted into compliance.

Understood, boss.

As they walked back to their car, Dotson muttered, Boss, why let them off? Theyre blocking the road and acting like they own it! Just then, a conciliatory voice interjected, This gentleman is correct.

My apologies for the inconvenience.

Surprised, Dotson turned to see the man who had just spoken, standing right behind him.

After the man spoke in a clear voice, the driver stepped back respectfully and fell silent.

Dotson turned to see a man watching them, arms crossed and a mild smile on his face. Are you the one blocking the road? Dotson asked bluntly.

With a smile still in place, Floyd Seymour approached.

Dont you recognize me? Dotson squinted skeptically.

Should I? Who are you, exactly? Is everyone supposed to know you? Unruffled, Floyd turned his attention to Hannah.

Miss Moore, it seems you dont remember me, but I certainly remember you.

Its a bit disappointing not to be recognized.

He was dressed simply in a shirt and black trousers, his appearance refined and his demeanor poised- clearly the VIP the driver had mentioned.

However, Hannah did not recall him.

She replied with courteous detachment, Im sorry, I dont remember you.