SECRETLY THE TRILLIONAIRE BOSS!

BROTHER

“What's his condition? Why is he in the hospital?” Byron asked. His father was a healthy man. He was barely 60, something just doesn't seem right to him.

“Mrs. Beatrice and his daughter are taking care of him. Right now, we have to work on getting you out of this dump.” Lincoln said. He believed nothing would happen to his uncle, as long as his wife was with him.

“Firstly, we need to get that video where you shot Henry White investigated.”

“I didn't shoot him.” Byron corrected.

“I believe you didn't. I watched it countless times and there's something off about it that I can't just seem to get just yet.” While watching the clip, he was certain that whosoever did the video, was a pro.

“Henry White was dead when I got there.”

“So, basically… he was killed, and placed in the right position so when you got there; they would be able to get a clip of you entering the room and add it all up to make it see like you were the one.” Lincoln explained drafting out something to make Byro