Adrian got out of the car as they reached Linda's house, it was a small weirdly shaped house that seemed to be all alone in the middle of a green field. It would take at least an entire kilometer to reach the next house. Linda and her friend led Adrian into the house as both of them joked with each other. At first Adrian felt very uncomfortable as he didn't fit into any of their conversations, so he sat awkwardly, his brows furrowed as he started to lampoon. His main thoughts were focused on how best he should start avoiding the Brooks, at least for now. Also, his mind flashed back to Mr. Brooks and how he just laid there, steadfastly unmovable. He wondered what kind of poison could have rendered such a richman immobile. The toxin was probably in his system and his body had kind of hibernated to heal overtime. Most of the time, slow poisons were the cause of such symptoms and if he had indeed been administered a slow poison, it means it was truly the people close to him who did it

They entered the house and Linda led him to Lady Barabra who was busy talking to an event planner and she was giving the man instructions on how she wanted the event to go. The event was of course planned in two parts. The first where everyone pretends to appear gloomy and they'd be in the rain putting his body in the ground as a priest puts him to rest. After all these, they would now enter into an event center and then throw a party that Lady Barabra made up. She claimed that Mr. Brooks wanted his death to be one filled with joy and happiness. She however wanted to throw the party so they can all meet the important shareholders in the Castle and Castle company. Adrian at this point became absorbed by his own thoughts, just wondering how bad it would actually hurt Mr Brooks when he wakes to realize that not a single member of his family actually loved him. Even him, his illegitimate prized son didn't really share that much love for him. The only reason he hoped he woke up was just

Adrian got a bit tired from waiting for Mr. Anthony although he was enjoying the moment more than he'd enjoyed working for Lady Barbara. However, boredom made him exhausted, so he decided to walk out of his office and see how his supermarket was actually being run. He has bad business acumen, so he wanted to gain a little today. Blinks wanted to follow him but he wanted to do it freely without everyone feeling that he was above them all. “Can you please wait behind?” He begged. “I really don't want you following me around like a shadow, and no one knows I am rich so please no one is trying to kill me,” he explained.“Okay,” Blinks said. “I'd be playing some Mahjong game with the company's computer,” he said and sat down in his seat, opening the laptop. Adrian didn't even glance at him, his weirdness was already too much for him to handle, if he tried asking why he played mahjong titans, he would be thrown into another spiral.He walked out and reached the front desk where Sandra stoo

The drive to the cloth store was a little bit longer than Adrian had expected, they arrived there in the evening so most of the ride Sandra tried making small talks with him. He replied to the small talk with a clear mind, a reaction that seemed to surprise Sandra herself. The problem with him was she still thought that Adrian was hung up with her but the former had moved on. He currently was a secret head to a billion dollar company so he knew that he could choose from an array of girls like Sandra but that didn't interest him one bit. His sole focus currently was the funeral and getting past it so he can now focus on hunting down whoever tried to kill Mister Brooks. So girls like Sandra currently just repulsed him, they do not fit into his way of life. That was why when she spoke to him he could answer naturally because he had no attachment towards her anymore. Soon enough they arrived at the cloth store and the girls got down. He started to walk into the mall when he discovered

“Good day sir,” Anthony started, shaking the man. The man was an obviously elderly man, with his balding hair and wrinkled face. He was in a blue suit and on his hand he sported an obviously expensive watch. “Good day ma'am,” he bowed to the woman too.Adrian repeated the same thing, greeting both people with a bow, he didn't even dare stretch his hand for a handshake, they were obviously of s higher class than he was even with his one billion dollar account. They had the look of people who have been running businesses for so long they became gods in the field. “So this is the boy?” The man asked Anthony, sounding unimpressed. “Yes sir,” Anthony said.“Well, this ought to teach her a lesson don't you think?” the man said with a partial grin on his face. “Stop that, Charles, you don't speak in such a demeaning manner to someone you barely know,” his wife cautioned him. She then turned to Adrian who was sweating all over his suit. The two elderly people exuded such aura that it felt