Upon Miles' "kind" advice, Grant nodded with a smile, "If you can win, then I won't have to go up there."
Grant was not a person who liked to compete and win in everything. If it weren't for helping Yahir, he wouldn't have participated in the competition at all. So if he could avoid going up on stage, he definitely would.
"Ha, at least you know your place," Miles snorted and didn't say anything more, leaning back in his chair to rest.
For him, Grant was Yahir's boss, so he had to give him some face. Of course, it was just a little bit of face, after all, a martial arts master, even a mid-level one, was still highly respected wherever he went.
The car slowly drove into a mansion in the suburbs.
Near the mansion, all kinds of vegetables and fruits were planted, and there were even grass and strawberry greenhouses outside, giving off a rural vibe.
