Thomas sighed. "That's why I want us to continue the relationship. If me and your father are business partners, then it's necessary for me and you to be business partners too."Thomas sounded so calm and convincing with his words, as though he was an angel.He then continued. "Us being partners won't only create a strong friendship bond, but will also help the Golden Hue Company as a whole and mine to grow big."Lucas scoffed, shaking his head slowly in a clearly disapproving manner. "Sorry to say, but the Golden Hue Company and empire as a whole is too big and progressive to ever want your help. If my father had been partners with you, then in my own reign as his son, I see that not to be necessary."Lucas was straight and direct with his words, and he knew exactly what he was doing. He knew only with this disapproval would Thomas bring out his dark side, and with that, he would dig deeper about his father and what had happened. He is into this and he will make sure anybody that had

Thomas sighed, shaking his head. He then made his way to his room, and soon later, night fell.It was raining heavily outside. Thomas was laying on his bed; he couldn’t sleep. He stood and sat on his hands, his fingers running into his grey hair as he took in a deep breath, then sighed.“I’m already frustrated. I think I would have to call Shinda…”Shinda is one of his friends, more like the man who gets his dirty job done. He doesn’t want things to result to the part where he would call Shinda; Shinda is meant for execution. To be blunt, he’s an assassin.Thomas reached for his phone, then placed the call. Almost in an instant, the call went through, and when it did, Shinda spoke from the other end of the call.“Hey boss…” He spoke first.Shinda is very annoying to Thomas; he has a kind of playful personality that, at first, he doesn’t take things seriously. That alone is a pain in the ass, and the current situation of Thomas wouldn’t allow him to tolerate that.Thomas took a deep br

A sneer gently carved on Thomas's lips; this was the only way of getting what he wanted, and he was going to do it in the most possible way ever, even though it meant threatening an assassin, knowing full well his life is also at risk if the assassin turned against him."Let's get the game started. If the rat can't be caught by traps, then it has to be caught by my hands."The words gently carved out from Thomas's mouth as he gazed at the windows, looking scattered around the sky as the rain intensified."---"On the other side, it was raining. Lucas was in his living room, seated, and in front of him was Slamingo."So about the deal, are you letting me see her or not? As you stated, if I come with Clara, you will let me see Amelia," Slamingo demanded, his hands rested on his cheek as he stared directly at Lucas from the opposite side of the chair.He had come to see Amelia as promised after bringing Clara into Lucas's custody, and Lucas was trying to make him understand that he can't

Lucas sneered, looking at the frustrated, tired Jessica. He didn't say a word; all he did was stare at her. She was busy mumbling and whining. The torture he wanted to lay on her wasn't the kind that could cause physical pain; it was the one that would hurt her from the inside, leaving her in a hole where loneliness was the only company she would get.Lucas wanted Jessica in specific to feel that, and he was going to make sure he made that more possible than ever.After some seconds, Lucas drew a deep breath into his lungs before asking again, "I've asked you a question earlier and you failed to answer. You know I can offer you something much worse than death, right?"Jessica scoffed. "What is it you would do that is worse than death? The only thing I want for now is death, and you should give it to me before I bite off your dick, you dickhead."She then laughed again. "Are you going to do it or not? Because don't expect me to say even a single word to you.""Is that how you want it?"

Shinda gently pulled down his hands and gazed in that direction before standing up from where he was seated. He looked to his right before looking to his left; thereafter, he took the first steps and was soon on the other side of the road.He dipped his hands into his jacket pocket and gazed at the dark shaded glass of the car, waiting for a response. The glass gently rolled open, but wasn't fully open—just enough that half of it could be seen. From the small opening, a hand reached outside holding a glass, long object that could fit perfectly in the palms.Shinda collected the object and was stunned by what it was; when he was about to ask, the car drove off. The tool that he was being given this time was different from the one he used when he executed the last mission.Shinda took a deep breath. "I guess I'm left to figure out this myself."After saying this, he walked out of the place.Three days later, information reached Thomas that the Strom family—which is the dominant king—wil