Chris Bolton's Unexpected Rise To Wealth And Fame

CHAPTER 143

Thomas Bolton's phone rang on his bedside table beside him and he picked it up with a grunt. Who the hell would be calling him at this hour??! He looked at the time before checking the caller ID and saw that it was well past 3am and he frowned and looked at the caller ID; Richard. His frown deepened and he accepted the call.

"This had better be good or I'm using you as my target for darts the next time I play," he said as soon as he placed the phone on his ear.

"Oh Thomas, it's good and it's not good; Chris Bolton's missing," Richard said and Thomas slowly sat up in his bed.

"I'll meet you in my personal lounge in the next ten minutes." he said and hung up. Thomas Bolton flipped over his duvet and got out of bed then after a brief struggle to get his feet into his scuff slippers, he got to his feet and headed to his bathroom, his mind occupied with thoughts all the while. Chris Bolton was missing. Now how had the entitled and privileged simp pulled that off? How did a grown ass man ge