CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FORTY-FIVE

RICHARD'S POV

I was in the middle of a workout when my phone buzzed. It was a message from my father, summoning me to the house. I had no idea what he wanted, but knowing him, it couldn't be anything good. I grabbed my stuff and headed over, my mind racing with possibilities.

I pulled up to my father’s house, already dreading whatever nonsense he had in store for me this time. Jonathan and William were just coming back from wherever rich idiots go to kill time. In fact when I arrived, they were just getting out of their car, smirking like they'd won the lottery, and I knew that look. It never meant anything good for me.

“Well, if it isn’t the big shot,” Jonathan sneered, waving a newspaper at me.

“Looks like someone’s been playing cowboy,” William added, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“You really haven’t seen it?” Jonathan laughed. “You’re all over the news, big brother. Challenging the reigning horse-riding champio