Chapter Forty

Mr Turner's gaze locked on the thick wall that was illuminated by the light from the street he then turn to Dlyan wondering whether that sound is coming from him. ''are you sure of what you're saying?"

Dylan gave a quick nod to what the man asked. He couldn't be any surer than he was at the moment, he was bathed and humiliated then tossed at like he didn't matter. He stepped forward. "I was not having moustache around youth when I mattered it."

Mr Tuner finding sass in Dylan's sentence chuckled lightly. "You might need to get your feather to believe that, he thinks you have outgrown the air on your face and won't let you anywhere close to being the head of his conglomerate."

Dylan stepped back, rubbing his hand slightly on Mr Turner's shoulder. "I will take care of this."

The assured answer made the man raise his shoulder as he stepped up to the back of his steering wheel and revved the car.

Dylan was now quiet on the only walk along the street of Melbourne, Melbourne was quite fast