CHOSEN AS THE TRILLIONAIRE'S HEIR

KIDNAPPED

The released thugs made their way to their headquarters where their boss Marcus always waited for them. He sat in the shadows of the abandoned warehouse on the edge of the city that served as their secret hideout. The first person to arrive at the location was Jaguar, who had posed as a doctor only some days before the rigorous weeks of the lawsuit that Mr Cyrus filed against them. Behind him were the three other men who had carried out Marcus's robbery plan. Marcus was feeling better now after two weeks of recuperating while being given the best of care, paid for by his father.

"Boss, we're sorry for coming late," Jaguar the lead thug apologized.

Marcus nodded. He was used to this — the late coming and the apologies that followed after. Under the only light in the dark room, his sharp features were thrown into relief.

"Of course you are sorry. You always are," he said.

Jaguar smiled.

"Well, do sit. We have a lot to talk about." Marcus ordered.

The thugs sat on the only wooden be