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

SUPERIOR.

AT TORILLIO’S MANSION

"Did you get rid of all the evidence?" Torillio barked. The goon involved in Sylvester’s murder had just returned after evading Madrigal’s chase.

"Yes boss," he squizzed. He dismissed them all from his presence with annoyance, still rambling, because no solution had come up for his store that was closed.

"I think you need to face Don Silverrio; he’s been in the game longer, and I’m sorry to say, he clipped your wings." His aide conferred heads bowing and jittering for what he might do in return.

"Arrrrh!" Torillio roared, plunging all the flower vases arranged in his sitting room. He clenched his fingers, pointing to his aide, but folded them back and mumbled incoherently. "I know what to do to you—"

"I, Raul Torillio de Guzman, No one clips my wings; whoever dares will pay with his life!" He yelled, holding the guard down to a spot on the wall and breathing heavily as his anger increased.

"You! Open up another store; make it in Manila; I will show these people