The Heir.( A son In-law's revenge)

FORMAL

"Yo cambien, it means a change in English; are you sure that’s what you want? It comes with a weighty price, Brandon," TorIllio said to him.

"Why don’t we talk for a while in my office? I could have done this without you, but now that you’re here, the more the merrier," Torillio added. He invited Brändön over to his lounge in the jewelry store.

"Ain’t you scared? No bodyguards today?"

"She’s outside, and they can see me, so it’s useless following me here," Bradon replied. They had their seats on the sofa next to the window.

"Wine?" Torillio asked.

"Why is there a ……." Brandon asked, squeezing his pointed finger, and accepted Torillio’s drink offer.

"When will you renounce the elders? I fear you have only a few minutes to do that. Not only RAD is after you, like I said before, but many more and the five. They’ll soon summon you," Torillio threatened politely with a warm, welcoming gesture.

"How’d you know all this? I know you’re in the family; I don't know you’re in the f