Hidden Fortune’s Heir

Are you saying am filth?

“Do you have to be a prick in times like this? It’s my phone so why can’t I get it back” Harrison shot him a glare.

“This is my house and I make the rules. I am entitled to know who you call within this building. Now tell me who you called before I go physical with you!” Stephen sparked. His eyes burned in hatred as he spoke. Though he seemed to be holding something in the leather bag but dropped it by the side to wreck Harrison up.

Even though Rachel had warned him not to beat up Harrison yet, Stephen felt he needed to, so Harrison would realize where he should be.

“You want to punch me?” Harrison asked with a taunting smile on his lips, knowing there was no way Stephen could win a fight against him. It could take five or six men to bring Harrison down, yet Stephen was getting high on himself, thinking he alone could handle the job.

“You think I can’t?” Stephen fumed in anger.

“I dare you!” Harrison smiled while pointing his eyes directly at his.

“You punk!” Stephen sent a punch at H