The man crouched in front of Adrian, the whip loosely hanging from his fingers like a warning rather than a weapon now.“So you are telling me that Frank Howard is the actual culprit and not you?” he repeated slowly, as if tasting every word.Adrian’s chest rose and fell violently. Sweat mixed with blood at the back of his shirt, sticking the fabric to his skin. His wrists strained against the rope behind the chair, but there was no give. No escape. Only pain and the suffocating realization that every word he spoke was either digging his grave deeper or buying him seconds of life.“I’m telling you what happened,” Adrian said hoarsely. “My grandfather was killed at his own party. A gunshot. Everyone saw it. Everyone panicked.”One of the guards at the door scoffed. “That’s not what we asked.”The man crouching in front of him tilted his head. “You’re avoiding the question. That’s interesting.”Adrian swallowed hard. His throat felt like sandpaper. “I’m not avoiding anything. I’m telli

The door opened and Camy walked in with a smile on her face. "Why don't you calm your nerves, Mr Adrian." she said."Did you plan this?" Adrian asked immediately, his eyebrows raised slightly. "Plan what?" Camy asked.Adrian ran his hands over his hair. "Don't you play dump with me, Camy. Did you plan all of this?" he asked again, his voice raised."Why don't you wash up and get dressed. He is dying to meet you." Can't reply and walked out of the room. The air was tense. Adrian was right. He has heard his father's voice. Frank Howard was back. One thing rang through his mind. How he was going to convince his father he was not the one who sent Camy to come for his head. **********Meanwhile, Kyle and Clark were dressed. Both of then were ready to great the board of directors of Howard Company.Kelly walked closer to Kyle and adjusted his tie. "You look nervous." she said with a smile on her face. "Do I?" Kyle asked Zack nearly laughed. "You look like you are going to pay your w

Adrian followed the two bodyguards outside. The black luxury sedan waiting in front of the apartment looked expensive enough to buy half the neighborhood.One of the men opened the rear door for him. "After you, Mr. Adrian."Adrian hated the title. He slid into the car without saying a word.The door shut.The vehicle pulled away. For several minutes, silence filled the cabin.Adrian stared through the tinted window as buildings flashed past.His thoughts were elsewhere.He couldn't stop thinking about everything that happened. The way he was brutally beaten and of course how Camy had tried playing the role of a mentor. His mind drifted back to why his father had called him to the office. "Why is my father in town?" Adrian asked, shifting uncomfortably at the back seat. One of the men looked back. "I am not sure, Mr Adrian. The instruction was to bring you." "Great!" Adrian adjusted his tie and stared into space. For a moment, he shut his eyes. The thought of facing Frank Howard

The veins on Kyle's neck bulged slightly. For a brief moment, nobody spoke.The tension inside the boardroom was so thick that even the sound of breathing felt loud.Then Kyle slowly rose from his chair. His smile disappeared."What else do I have?" he asked quietly.His voice was calm. The kind of calm that came before a storm."You really want to know, Frank?"Frank folded his arms. "I asked a question."Kyle nodded. "Fine."He turned toward the board members."Perhaps it's time everyone learned why Frank Howard has been hiding in this chair for so many years."Several directors exchanged nervous looks.Nobody wanted to be involved. Not when these two men were involved.Kyle walked around the table slowly. His expensive shoes clicked against the marble floor."Why don't you tell everyone how Arthur Howard really died?" Frank's face immediately changed. His gaze drifted back to Adrian but it left him fast. "What are you talking about?" he asked Kyle smiled, "Do you think this was

The door opened and Stephan walked in. A smile plastered on his face the moment he saw Adrian. He was literally shaking in fear. "And you are?" Frank asked The cigar smoke curled into his face hiding the dangerous look behind them. "Ah. Sorry I didn't introduce myself properly sir. My name is Stephan. I am a friend to your son." he said with a hand stretched. Frank looked at Stephan and Bach at Adrian. "Why are you Stephan?" "I have called your son. We were supposed to train today." Stephan said staring at Adrian. "Did you forget already?" he added. Frank looked at Adrian and back at Stephan, "Did you allow yourself to get beaten by him?" Stephan laughed. "Adrian is actually the best fighter we have in school. I believe you need to see him in action." "Really?" Frank said again, dropping to the chair beside him. "Yes. I believe Adrain is more of a better fighter than Kyle wood ever be even though.." "Even though what?" Frank asked, his eye fixed on Stephan. Stephan l