Assassination?

"Now let's see if that old bastard did what I told him to do," Andy muttered as he covered his face with his mask and exited the courtyard.

As he stepped out of the courtyard, his gaze was drawn away for a moment before returning to the driver, who was slouching beside the carriage.

Andy took deliberate, heavy steps as he approached the driver.

As he heard the steps, the driver opened his eyes lazily, his gaze drawn to the figure approaching him.

His sleepiness faded as he hurriedly stood up and patted his back to remove the dust. His face lit up with a smile.

"Good Morning, Young Master,"

Andy nodded slightly. "What are you doing here?"

The Driver's face became puzzled, and he blurted out, "Waiting for you, young master."

Andy's brows arched when he heard him. "Waiting for me?"