Chapter 13: Playing The Game Of Chess.

Layla didn't find the joke funny because she leveled him a hard glare. “Have you lost it? Why would I answer such a useless question?”

“What do you want me to do, that's the fucking question,” The man replied, then he waved his hand to brush off his words. “Forget it, I only do business with your mother,”

“Well, I'm acting in my mother's stead, am I not?” She let out a dry chuckle. “Life's offering me an opportunity to get rid of the Lancasters a third time. Revenge would be grand and Milan would turn in the grave as I take over Nilean Group,”

“What the hell…” Felix gasped, wide-eyed. “The fire accident was caused by…” He could not complete his sentence as the rest of the words got stuck in his throat.

As if on cue, Layla stood up and walked towards her favorite painting. She swiped her hands over it as if cleaning off an imaginary dust.

“What is your plan?” The man asked.

“Perfect question Nicholas. Perfect question,” She smiled. “Did you see the look on Milan's face as he died? Boy,