Everyone else in the room turned to look at Joe with confusion etched on their faces until they heard him speak, "You think you're leaving me behind for this? No way!"
Brandon let out a brief sigh. "You'll have to find your own way there. I'm not taking any person on my motorbike."
"We have cars, Brandon," Mrs. Sullivan offered. "You can let Joe drive."
Joe turned to his mother in astonishment; he definitely did not want to drive Brandon Myles! Luckily, he heard Brandon replying politely, "Thank you for the offer, Mrs. Sullivan, but I prefer the motorbike."
"See?" Joe pointed out to his mother.
Mr. Myles spoke up at this moment, "Son, I'll assign ten security guards to accompany you, just in case."
"Thank you, Dad," Brandon said politely. "It would be much wiser to keep a low profile rather than causing a scene, which could complicate the investigation further."