Grey couldn't stop fidgeting. Gregory hadn't gotten back to him and he had started panicking.His phone rang suddenly and he reached for it. It was Don."Hello, any news?" He probed."No, Boss but we are ready to leave. Where should we meet? Should we come over to your place or will you come here?" Don bombarded." I will meet you wherever you are, just send me the address," he hurried out of the office. Tina rushed to him. " Boss, you have an appointment soon," she reminded him.Grey waved it off. " Cancel it!" He placed a call to Gregory immediately as he entered the elevator.Gregory didn't pick up again. He decided to forget about him for that moment and instead rushed out of the company.His phone beeped and the address popped up on the phone.He drove the car out of the company at full speed. He drove towards the address that Don had sent and he soon arrived at his destination.He hurried out and saw Don and Richard in front of the car, already waiting for him. They were in a s

Grey nodded briefly and turned away, as he felt a sick feeling overtake him. He didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want to give the elders unnecessary reasons to worry.Leo was dead anyways. They just needed to find the spy and make life easier for him."Who? Do you know who it was?" Alfred probed in. Rio had an accident that led to the explosion of the car. They had to bury him with the car. So, there was no way to track anything, not even go for his autopsy.That aside, the elders wouldn't want it. Why? Because even Rio forbade it for Victoria. Doing it for Rio would mean they disrespected him.Grey sighed. "I didn't see his face," he lied. Well, he believed it was the best at that time. It wasn't the best time to get everyone on edge. He would tell them at the right time.Alfred released a sigh. "This is surprising. Why didn't I think to that extent?" He looked over at Grey, noticing the change in his attitude. " Are you ok? Will you come down now?"Grey looked at him and nodd

Grey eventually left the gym after some more exercises. He felt more cool and relaxed now.The first thing on his mind was to speak with Beatrice. He blamed himself for not asking for her number or where he could find her.Well, he drove right back to the graveyard. Hopefully that he would meet her again.There was no one around the graveyard. So, he walked back to the place where they sat previously. He saw Beatrice on the chair, sobbing silently. She must have been devastated or perhaps confused, especially because Grey accused her of murder.Grey walked closer, only stopping a few inches away. "Hi, Beatrice."Beatrice stopped at once and craned her neck towards Grey, a smile appeared on her face and she stood up. "Grey, you came back?" She seemed happy.Grey nodded once. "Can we leave here? I need to have a chat with you."Beatrice nodded quickly and wiped off the tears. " It's ok then."Grey led her to his car. He pulled out of the graveyard, towards nowhere in particular. He fina

Grey regarded the man for a moment. Though, he didn't ask the elders if they killed Audrey's men, yet, he thought they were dead. "Why are you here? What do you want?" "I'm Jimmy and I want you to hear me out, " he pleaded softly. Grey let out a sigh. " Alright, go on." Jimmy hesitated for a moment and suddenly went on one knee. "I've offended you, I know but I've come to ask for your forgiveness. Audrey took my son as well, there was nothing I could do but obey each of his orders." Grey observed him for a moment. " It's ok. You can leave your life. I will release your son to you." Jimmy hesitated again. " I need something else from you, Hercules." " What do you want then?" Grey was skeptical. Jimmy regarded him for a moment. " I want to work for you, Hercules. I promise to be trustworthy and would even serve you with my life," he pledged truthfully. " Please, Hercules," Lan added quickly, in a strained voice. Grey swallowed harder, as he gave it a quick thought. He looked dow

When Grey drove into the front yard, Beatrice was smiling. She was so happy and somehow, her lips were getting used to it.Grey wondered what Beatrice must have gone through all the years, especially with the loss of her son. Nothing could replace his place in her heart but he would try his best. He owed her for keeping his mother's recipe saved anyways."I should hand over the box to you," Beatrice started.Grey nodded briefly and assisted her with bags of clothes. "We will talk about the new company while at it."Beatrice smiled. "I will make us something.""Yes, change into something nice and make us something nice," Grey teased.Beatrice laughed. " Now you have a sense of humor. You were always so serious then," she commented and took a bag of clothes before she walked inside.Grey hesitated for a moment as the word sank in. He wondered if his mother knew that his father was a mafia Lord. He was so young, maybe that was why he didn't know about it.Instead, he had almost hated his