“That’s okay, Young Master. You are here now.” Gregory said, getting up from his seat as soon as he saw Jason approaching. “Thank you for agreeing to see me under such short notice, I am grateful,” Jason said extending his right hand to have a handshake with Gregory who shook his hand without hesitation, smiling at the same time. “Please, have a seat,” Gregory said, pointing at the seat in front of Jason after he had withdrawn from the handshake. Jason moved to the wooden seat and sat down slowly, looking at the files on the table. “What do you have for me, Greg?” He asked, as soon as the Attorney sat down on the seat next to him, which was also very close to the table in front of them. “Gregory adjusted his white suit, and then he cleared his throat, picked up one of the blue files, and handed it over to Jason who took it at once. “Those are some of the things I was able to come up with, I hope they help with it,” Gregory said, pointing at the blue file that he handed ove

Jason stood up almost immediately, and the Attorney joined him, holding onto the two files in his hands. “See you, Gregory,” Jason said, extending his hands for a handshake, while Gregory brought forward his right hand as well, and they shook. “I should see you to the outside of the building.” “Oh no, that won’t be necessary, I am sure you have some other things of importance to do, I will see myself out,” Jason said, putting his hand toward the Attorney in a gesture that showed he was satisfied. “If you say so.” “Yeah. Have a nice day.” “You too,” Gregory said while he maintained a smile on his face, as he watched Jason walk through the door, and toward the car parked in front of the building. “So much like his father.” He said with a whisper, as soon as Jason was out of sight, with a smile of admiration on his face. A few seconds later, he sighed heavily, and then he turned to his right and went into the next room, walking with slow but steady steps. Jason unlocked

Flipping over the documents in the large file, Jason saw several lists of the establishments belonging to his family, and the details, including the managers, some of the significant workers, and so many other details. There were also records of all the establishments they had dealings with and copies of some of the contracts attached to them. “Palmer Pharmaceuticals?” Jason asked with his eyes open, pointing at the documents he had flipped to. “Your Grandfather used to be business partners with the late Lord Richard Palmer. He helped him with most of the funds he needed to start up his establishments.” Harry said at once, walking up to Jason who looked surprised. “This contract is meant to last till the end of next month, it is stated here.” “Yes, Young Master. Do you want me to terminate the contract immediately?” “No, Harry. That won’t be necessary, I think I have better plans for them.” Jason chuckled, and then he continued to look at the details of the contract, mak

Finally, he picked up the Christian Dior Sauvage bottle of perfume and sprayed it on his neck and wrists. The sweet fragrance hit his nose, and he nodded in satisfaction. He took a glance at his reflection in the mirror in the wardrobe, and then he picked up a wristwatch, his phone, and the sheets of paper inside the pocket of the trousers he had put on previously, and put them inside the pocket of the new trouser. He put on the wristwatch and left the room, shutting the door behind him. “Good Evening, Young Master.” “Oh, hello. Joe right?” “Yes Young Master, I came to tell you that dinner is ready.” “Oh, I will be right behind you.” The young man with a toque on his head bowed slightly, and then he left for the staircase with Jason walking slowly behind him. They continued to walk until they got to the dining hall, with Harry standing in wait. “You look really good, Young Master!” “Thank you, Harry,” Jason said with a smile on his face, while Harry reciprocated f

Seeing the structure of the huge white luxurious Grand villa, Jason could only gasp in shock, it had an ancient look, yet blended into the features of a modern villa. The gardens surrounding it were marvelous, well-groomed with different kinds of flowers in them. He could see a tall statue of a man standing right in the middle of the villa. The statue was made of bronze and stood over twenty feet. The man had a helmet on his head, and a sword drawn from the sheath strapped to his waist, resting comfortably in his right hand. He held onto a large shield and positioned himself like he was about to attack someone with his swords, roaring in valor at the sensation of war. “Who is that?” Jason asked as soon as he had taken a few seconds to glance at the tall statue, not able to withstand the pressure mounted on him by his curiosity. “That is King Edward Walker, the ruler of the ancient Granada Hills, and the first king who passed on the mantle of leadership to his sons until the tw