From his tattered outlook and pitiful state, Mr. James could easily deduce that after Mazzle's return, his inheritance had been taken away by the Sinclair family.His stomach knotted into a bitter twist. The taste of the bile pilling in his guts."I'm not that easy to kill... Father-in-law." Mazzle returned calmly, but the aura of his voice rolled off in deadly waves."You came back of the dead only to play flea?" Mr. James tongue rolled with mockery.Smiles cut through Jackson's face. There were more than a thousand ways to take care of a flea.And this time that Mazzle was so weak and fearful without the backing of his inheritance, it would be easier to put him in his place, six feet below the ground, and get a taste of Kira just like he had always wanted.He schooled his looks back into neutral hate disdain. His stare hitting deep into Mazzle's back."Whether the flea is alive or not, it can only cause a little discomfort.There would be no room for you here while our guest is arou

  A whirlwind of emotions gushed through Henry's heart. The stories stormed through his head, coupled by the warm feelings of affection that he felt for the stranger before him called his dad.  And somewhere deep down, he felt he was a good man, as opposed to that male harlot of a person. Mr. James soon received a call, leaving the room abruptly and storming in only a few moments later.  "Get dressed!" He barked orders at everyone in the room apart from Jackson whom he greeted with a warm smile. "If you ask me... I think you should join us too!" "What's happening?" Kira, past her blank expression, was forced to inquire. "We almost missed out on the family meeting and we need to be there right this moment." Noted James.  "And Patron Fredrick wants to be around. After parading himself through town!" He added, the brood of vipers in his tone deep and clear. "Then I should take

"What do you mean?" James sprang up from his seat, his face bolted with rage.Removing the family from the business chain was the same as totally disowning their line as part of the family.And it only happened one through the history of the family after their ancestors had committed a great offence."You don't have to attack me... Elder James!" Disrespect hitched into every but of Benjamin's calm words."I'm just reminding everyone of the rule of the family. Any family that doesn't make significant contribution to the general family account of more than a million dollars would be removed from the business chain.Maybe you've grown too much grey hair, that's why you are forgetting!""You!" Mr. James extended his index finger, his face totally distorted by the fury."Dad!" Quickly, Kira pulled him back while a warm satisfactory smile played on the face of Benjamin."There's no need talking to my father in such a manner. The rule was created to prevent members of the family from slack

The Sinclair estate hall buzzed with chaos. What should have been celebration over the ten million dollar deposit had turned into something darker. Family members huddled in small groups, their voices low but urgent."Did you see his eyes in that photo?" whispered Elder Margaret. "Those aren't the eyes of a normal man.""Black ops," muttered another family member. "That means he's killed people. God knows how many."The patron stood at the front, trying to maintain order, but his own gaze kept drifting to the phone screens displaying Mazzle's military photo. The uniform, the shadowed eyes, the elite insignia patch, it all painted a picture he wasn't prepared for."Everyone needs to calm down," the patron said, but his voice lacked conviction.Benjamin seized the moment. He stood up, his voice cutting through the noise."Calm down? We've just welcomed a potential killer into our family business! A man who's been lying to us for years!""He brought ten million dollars," someone pointed

The Sinclair family estate ballroom gleamed under crystal chandeliers, its polished marble floors reflecting the formal wear of arriving guests. Representatives from various Sinclair bloodlines entered with practiced smiles that barely concealed their political calculations."Did you hear about the new security protocols?" whispered Elder Margaret to her nephew. "They're blocking all media from the hall.""Smart move," he replied. "Though I heard some of the corrupt branches already have leaks planned."Near the entrance, Anna Sinclair adjusted her pearls nervously. "I still can't believe we're doing this. Hosting a dinner to decide someone's fate.""It's not about fate," Benjamin corrected, straightening his tie. "It's about protecting our family's future."The conversations paused as Mazzle entered, his presence understated but undeniable. He wore a simple black suit that somehow commanded more attention than the expensive designer wear around him. Elina followed closely behind, her