The Aggressive Billionaire

Chapter 61

The morning that followed the death of Luther king was a quiet one. The whole house was as quiet as a graveyard. His men who were still around, went about tidying up the house. The maids were nowhere to be found as they fled the area.

The people who loved him in the town mourned him quietly and his enemies also rejoiced quietly. One wrong move from his enemies, and it would be a blood birth. Henry was just gearing for that. All through the early hours of the morning, Henry had been restless. His blood drummed through his veins. He gritted his teeth as he recalled seeing the blood trailing all the way to the balcony before he was shot there. The sight of the pool resembled that of a moment, when a shark was tearing through a human. Henry went though many what ifs in his mind. He wished and fantasized about how he would have saved Luther. He badly he wanted to avenge Luther’s death. Deep down him knew that his Killer was not far from the house.

That same night, the ambulance arrived.