The Legendary Conglomerate

Chapter 287: The Crime Family

In a luxurious villa in Harrow, west of London, a man of about 67 or 70 and his grandson conversed earnestly. I am figuring out what the two of them were talking about.

Behind them stood ten tall, stout and well-built men a little further away. They were dressed in black suits, like a bodyguard or bodyguard. Their demeanour was very obedient and respectful to their master.

As people called him out there, Abraham was the older man, and the young man in front of him was his grandson. Harley, the son of Jenson, Rowan's cousin, was his father's man. In their conversation, it was Mr Abraham who dominated the conversation.

"How is your investigation progressing? Has the murderer of Burak, your father's brother, been identified?" asked Abraham inquisitively.

"Until now, the exact clue of who took my uncle's life is unclear because Uncle Afshin does not want to tell our people," Harley answered frankly.

"That's not the only thing! Even Derek's grandfather'