The Billionaire's Hidden Son

War in paradise

Since the guy frequently denied the allegation, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Frustrated by his continued denials, I realized involving the police would be an ill-advised move, as I hadn't gathered all the necessary evidence to expose Mr. Clinton. Instead, I focused on a different approach I wanted him to acknowledge his pursuit of me.

Only then could I begin to execute my plans. Moments later, my guards arrived, and with a clear directive, I commanded them to take him away from the premises.

"Are you ready to confess, or do you still want to deny that you are after me?" I asked, my voice firm as I sought the truth.

"I don't know what you're talking about, sir; I'm innocent," he replied, his tone cloaked in a facade of innocence.

"Put him in the trunk of the car," I ordered, the intensity in my voice clear as I watched my guards carry out my command. They swiftly locked him away in the confined space.

Upon arriving home, I instructed them to confine him to a room and