Chapter 1890

Leo believed that as long as he did not speak to a con artist, there was no way he could be tricked. Matthew wanted to put that theory to the test, so he asked Clinton to come up with something. He never expected Clinton to pull off a fake ID check scam. Matthew chuckled. "He didn't notice anything off, did he?" Clinton grinned. "I told him to wait outside the security booth, then I just walked off. He trusted me completely—he was even polite and respectful. I'm pretty sure he didn't catch on at all." Matthew laughed. "Then the trick worked. Let it be a lesson to him—maybe he'll think twice next time." They chatted while heading toward the boarding gate. ... Outside the security booth, Leo stood at attention—arms straight down, fingers lined with the seams of his pants, chest out, head up. He looked like a soldier on guard duty. Inside the booth, the security guard was scrolling through his phone. He glanced up casually, saw someone standing at the entrance, and assumed the guy