Byron arrived at his father's house the next day. He heard what happened to his mum when he got out of jail and hasn't had enough time to have a proper discussion with him.He sat at the chair opposite his father, Don Smith as he kept tapping his foot on the floor. Since he got back, no one was saying a thing about his mother's death not even his father. There was definitely something fishy and he needed to find out. “Dad, I really want to know the truth and nothing but the truth. What are the circumstances behind my mum's death. Why was I separated from her when I was young? What are the things that I'm supposed to know that I don't know yet?”Byron asked as Beatrice, his step mother dropped a cup of coffee for his father then gave Byron a dirty look before exiting the living room.He had to admit, he doesn't feel secure whenever Beatrice was around but he just couldn't explain why. Don sipped his coffee and sighed as if contemplating on what to say. “Lets wait till the night of

Then it dawned on him that Derek must have sent assassins to him. He took cover at the old car which was parked in front of the gate. In less than 2 minutes, nine different cars stopped at the front of his gate. The door to the cars started opening one after the other. Different men dressed in an all black outfit walked out with different guns. They filled Byron's gate as if shielding Byron from any attack. They raised their fires and shot back at the direction the bullets were coming from. The gunshots from the other end stopped then an elderly man with white hair, dressed in a suit walked out of the first car. Just then, another set of cars arrived at the front of the men dressed in all black.A Lucas walked out and furiously walked towards the elderly man with a gun in his hands. “How dare you shield my prey?!” Both men stood opposite each other with their different men standing right behind them.“No, how dare you, Lucas Stones.” The elderly man thundered, staring daggers at

Byron ordered a ride and as soon as the driver arrived, he got in and they left. Today he was going to get himself a car and some designer suits for his inauguration ceremony which is happening later tonight. Still on the ride, Zack, the driver noticed Byron was nodding his head as if enjoying the music. He looked at the rearview mirror and said, “Seems you're enjoying the music, sir.” “You can say that again.” Byron replied, almost singing along.Zack smiled slightly, “Then you must be an Eminem fan?” He asked, increasing the volume of music. This got Byron smiling real good.He had wanted to tell the man to increase the volume but he just wanted him to do it on his own free will. “A true fan all day everyday!” Byron laughed, raising his hands defensively, making the man laugh pretty hard.The driver really enjoyed his customer and so did Byron. At least he wasn't talking down on him. Byron had rarely had an encounter with a stranger that isn't scared to talk to him because of his

Derek was the first to set his eyes on him. Lucas on the other hand just walked out of his toilet. Derek gulped as his eyes fell on the two lifeless bodies Byron stepped on as he walked in. After recovering from the hospital the previous day, taking revenge was the only thing on his mind. Luckily for him his father had his back. But what he doesn't understand is how the fuck his father's bodyguards were covered in blood on the floor and why was this terrifying beast in his father's office? “W-what… did you.. do to my father's bodyguards?” Derek asked as he realized their bodies weren't moving. Slowly, he raised his head at Byron then to his father, feeling more horrified. Did Byron kill their bodyguards? No. He shook his head and tried to remain composed. He could take Byron down with a snap of his finger, a fool like him couldn't scare him. “You should have come to me directly, but no, you chose to risk a poor man's life and source of livelihood?!” Byron said, walking up to

The death of Lucas spread like wildfire. People just couldn't keep the topic off their lips. Even as they walked into the hall, they just couldn't stop talking about it. Meanwhile, at the lounge of the hall.Byron's lips curled into a meaningful smile while he watched through his monitor as his guest walk into the hall.He had a clear view of Samantha and the rest of The Armstrong family walking in. He was yet to get a feedback from Carol to know if they already signed the shares to his company.On his table was a black eye patch. His hair had always been combed backwards but this time, he gave it a tough touch, letting many strands fall to his face in a fringe style.He placed the eye patch on his left eyes as he stared at his reflection on the mirror.Just as he took his suit from the chair, he heard a soft knock on the door. Carol walked in and bowed her head slightly at him, “It's time for the president to make his speech, sir.” She said, curtly.A smile escaped her lips as she s