CHAPTER 87

Michael Bolton could not believe his ears. Whoever had gone out of his way to cook up such dumb and completely false information about his son was definitely crazy.

"There's no way I'm going to believe that," He said, shaking his head in disbelief. "I know my son, Chris and he would never be able to make a move like that."

He paused for a while and then he added: "He doesn't even have the balls."

The call continued for the better part of a minute and finally, Michael, unsatisfied with the information he was getting from the person at the other end of the receiver hung up the call.

"Crazy," He grunted. "It's how they expect me to believe every shit they cook up for me."

He rose up from his executive chair and froze at the sight of Chris standing in the door way.

"Chris?" He grunted. "How long have you been standing there?"

Chris was silent for a while before finally speaking up.

"Long enough to hear you tell one of your men that I'm a pussy," Chris retorted.

"Oh, come on, son," Michae
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