THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR

IN THE LIONS DEN

Daniel Richmond stepped out of the second vehicle in the convoy of four, his movements were slow and heavy.

The sleek black car gleamed under the dim lights of the Richmond estate’s sprawling driveway, but Daniel himself was far from polished.

His left eye was swollen shut, with a deep bruise darkening the skin around it.

His jaw was puffed and discolored, evidence of the beating he had endured in the hands of the policemen.

He clenched his fists, with his anger simmering beneath the surface, and began striding toward the entrance of the grand Richmond mansion.

The mansion loomed before him, its tall iron doors and towering columns cast long shadows in the faint glow of the evening lights.

Daniel’s steps echoed against the marble steps as he ascended, his battered face was set with grim determination.

He pushed the heavy double doors open, stepping into the grand hallway, where the golden chandeliers above gave the space a cold, empty brightness.

As he walked through the expansi