TWENTY ONE – EVIL PLOTS

Back at the Humsworth mansion, David paced from one end of his father’s study to the other, his fists clenching and unclenching with rage.

When he could no longer hold it back, he grabbed a five thousand dollar flower vase and threw it against the wall.

Wilhelm slammed his palm on the table.

“Get a hold of yourself, David. Don’t trash my fucking office.”

David turned cold, angry eyes at him.

“We can’t just sit back and watch that worthless prick take over everything we’ve worked for! We have to do something, Dad.”

“Don’t you think I know that? Turns out, he’s the heir to the Diamond empire. Those people own London, son. How on earth do you reckon we stop them?”

David collapsed into his seat, his brain whirring in a billion different directions.

“Let’s just hope the fool will return the company to us once he’s generated the fifty million dollars.”

David didn’t reply. He was completely lost in thought.

Then it hit him.

He leaped to his feet.

“That’s it, dad. I got it.”

“You got what?
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