Chapter ninety seven

"Give me the inheritance?" Sinclair asked, he could not believe his ears. How desperate could the two be?

"You heard me, Sinclair, I know every man has a price, how about you make yours?" Eugene asked.

Sinclair looked at him and then moved his eyes back to Hilda whose years had suddenly dried up and she was looking at him with an equally cocky expression.

"You don't have to remain loyal to a man that is dead, Domino, Kingston is not coming back," Hilda said.

"And how do you know that? The rest of the world thinks he's missing, how do you know he's dead? Is there something you're not telling us?" Sinclair asked and she waved it away like it was inconsequential, "Oh please, alive? Do you think lord Kingston would still be alive and watch all this happen? Watch his wife and lovely son struggle to find what belongs to them?"

Sinclair scoffed, Kingston had never loved his family as much as he ought to and he could not even blame the man. Hilda was a devil from the depths of hell and Gi