The More the Merrier novel Chapter 722

Chapter 722 I Want The Same Breakfast

Benjamin had just run a few rounds when Kingsley’s car pulled up beside him. The car window lowered, and Kingsley waved at him. “Morning, Benjamin. Exercising?”

Benjamin took a quick look at him and picked up his phone. His cold voice rang. “Who let this guy in? Whoever it is, you’re getting it from me. I want you guys to throw him out.”

Kingsley interrupted, “Hey! I came in on my own. I’m so sorry, Boss. I won’t do it again. Please don’t throw me out. You know how embarrassing it is.”

Benjamin scoffed. Kingsley continued, “Boss, I promise I will not poke my nose into your private life anymore, okay? I was just worried! That’s why I listened in for a bit. You don’t have to be this mad. You guys didn’t do anything anyway.”

“Get out of the car, Kingsley Watts!” Benjamin roared, stopping immediately.

That sent a shudder down Kingsley’s spine.

“You don’t want to get thrown out, do you?” Benjamin sneered.

Kingsley got out of his car as told. “So you’re not throwing me out?” he asked playfully. “I’ll do anything as long as you don’t do that to me.”

“Fifty rounds. Don’t you dare take a break,” Benjamin ordered.

Kingsley’s jaw dropped. He looked at his friend in despair.

Fifty rounds? One round is eight hundred meters, and fifty rounds mean forty kilometers! Benjamin’s so cold-blooded!

“Or do you want to run with added weight?” Benjamin questioned, leaving no room for negotiation.

“All right! I’ll do it.”

Kingsley had no choice but to do as he was told. Without even changing into his sneakers, he started running.

He would not have come if it were not for the children.

A few bodyguards ran over to Benjamin to apologize when they saw Kingsley running on the track.

“We’re sorry, Mr. Graham. We didn’t manage to stop Mr. Watts!”

Benjamin’s face darkened. “What are you all waiting for? Run! A hundred rounds!”

“Yes, sir!”

They started running and followed closely behind Kingsley.

A hundred rounds were not a problem for those trained guards, but for Kingsley, he was in for a grind.

He was already dog-tired after only a few rounds.

“What a loser!” Benjamin derided.

Kingsley was upset, but he dared not breathe a word.

It had been a while since he last trained.