“Bang!” The sound of his palm meeting with the table reverberated, slicing through the dead silence of the restaurant. It terrified Mr. Raymond greatly to the extent that he jerked back and the pen he held in his hand fell rapidly to the floor.One look into his boss’s eyes, and they were dead and soulless like no ounce of emotion could be traced in them. “It was Charles… Your father had kept a close eye on him since you left Aelbank City.” He bent and picked up the pen that had fallen to the floor.“It turned out, he knew Frederick Clayton” He wagged his hand in the air. “How he squirmed his way into your father's empire, I still have no idea…” He paused and sucked his lips. “Your father would be in the perfect position to answer your question for you.” Aidan sighed and raked his hand through his hair. “Why would he go to such lengths to place himself inside of Ackerman Inc. space?” He was baffled, some things certainly weren’t adding up. “Sir,” He moved closer to him and placed

Aidan's POV“Your property?!” Aidan laughed and questioned as he saw it was none other person than Frederick Clayton himself, coming in with the police to arrest him.Aidan pushed the barely conscious thug boss who was extremely lucky as the knife’s wound didn't seem fatal away from him. He slumped to the floor with a thud.He brushed himself and adjusted his cuff links as Frederick stormed toward him.“Yes, boy! My property!” He spat on Aidan’s face as he was now close to him.Aidan's lips curved into a sly grin as he took his index finger and used that to push Frederick back from him.After that, he crept close to his ears, breathing heavily, and hot on his neck. “Call me boy one more time…” He brought his head and soulless eyes back to Frederick. “And you’ll rue that you ever stepped foot in here.” Aidan locked eyes with him, not giving care to his menaces and coercion. Aidan’s gray eyes were red and soulless–like an endless pit of wrath, ready to be unleashed on whoever stepped

“If you love your car, then I advise you to protect it. '' She flapped her eyelashes like a butterfly, wagging her finger at Aidan. Aidan signaled to Cole to stay back with the car as they followed Ms. Rosaline into the next room which turned out to be the entire house space. It housed the kitchen, the bedroom, and a little space where she placed the TV stand, with a broken-down TV on top of it. At the corner of it stood a radio set that was playing some low-tune oldies. The room smelled of tomato soup which was cooking right on the stove. Ms. Rosaline walked over to take it off and for the first time, Aidan noticed she had a limp on her left leg. His curiosity dazed him.“Your limp, what happened…?” He hung back as he scrunched his brows slightly, pondering on whether it was in his place to ask her or not, so he wouldn't cross boundaries.“I'm sorry if I'm intruding on your personal…” “Madam Doris happened” She turned the stove off and grabbed a kitchen towel to bring it down. Sh

“Yes Frederick, answer the question. Why I'm I suddenly a topic of concern to you or is it because I'm winning the high stakes of the City and your little tactics aren't working” The crowd composed of the media gasped in astonishment. He just called the sovereign of the City by his first name, what a load of disrespect. This was unheard of as everyone but Aidan feared the Claytons. Jeremy stepsided his father and stood right in front of Aidan, his pulse vibrating.“Take that back!” He demanded.“Or what?!” Aidan answered back, adorning a sly smirk across his face. He was fiercely looking at Jeremy, waiting for his next retort or witty reply but for whatever reason, he backed down which Aidan later saw it was because his father tugged at him to back down.“Still waiting for the answer Sir,” The media lady demanded for the third time. Frederick shot her a cold and icy glare from the corner of his eyes, ready to unleash hell on her but a part of his almost indiscernible facial expressi

“Yes Sir,” He bowed and Aidan walked past them, without really paying much attention to the worker who was about to piss himself.A couple of minutes later, his Maybach pulled up at the executive parking space. No one was waiting for him as his imaging director and secretary were holding the culprit they had caught down.He didn't ask for further details of who he was or how they caught him but he needed to handle this personally.The elevator chimed and opened up on the fourth floor housing the conference room. He put aside his phone in his pocket as he just received a message from his attorney that Ms. Rosaline had given all the evidence she had on Madam Doris. His lips curved into a sly grin and then he stepped out of the elevator with Cole trailing behind him. The security stood right at the conference room entrance guarding the door.He got in and the first thing his sight took hold of was a bloodied young man, with a cut on the side of his head around the temples, causing blood t