Chapter Thirty-four

"It is only a matter of time, you have to let her die as part of your revenge or save her." The old man said to Dylan as he tried to piece the whole situation into one big frame.

"Why did you say that?" To him meeting the president wasn't something to cause a fuss about, it could be deadly but not for a task that looks fruitless as this. Natalie had gone for two days now and the mansion gate had been locked.

"I want to know," Dylan said. The man stopped on his heels and stepped towards Dylan.

"Mr Dorogo will prefer it if you keep your lane as his successor."

"I should know why he showed up at Tiffany's launch and created a fuss that night. If I must succeed him these are things that shouldn't be kept a secret." Dylan's piercing gaze was seen through his voice.

The man stepped closer, laying his hand on Dylan's chest, the street light illuminating both men as they were close together.

"I've scored more than I should and my loyalty is questioned. Meet your father and ask him, he will no