Hidden Fortune’s Heir

You messed this up!

In a small house down the city, Raymond was seated on the couch with anger etched on his face. He was waiting for Larry to come back, yet the latter wasn’t showing up.

Four men were lined up beside him holding guns and having stern looks on their faces. The kind of tension in the air might suffocate someone, let alone their appearance and the kind of aura they give off.

Raymond seemed to be their boss, and they were also worried and sickly tired of waiting for Larry.

Bang!

The door came open, startling all of them as they were almost put to run thinking it might be the police or maybe some dangerous men. The sound was alarming and unexpected. Even Raymond had flipped over the couch and was now kissing the floor.

“Dad! Dad!” It was Larry, he came in, panting hard. When the others saw it was him, they sighed, reverting to normal. But then when they looked toward where Raymond was, they were shocked to see him in such a situation.

“Such a worthless son! How dare you barge in like a fool”