“Look, I do not know what kind of unlicensed business your father is operating over there,” Chad said coldly.

“I see various trucks arriving early in the morning every single week.

He loads up full boxes and drives off long before sunrise.

That is not a personal hobby garden.

That is a commercial enterprise operating without a business license or paying proper taxes, so I am simply helping the county enforce its laws.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

“You have absolutely no idea who my father is or what he stands for,” I told him quietly.