The Lost Heir's Vendetta

Chapter Fifty-Eight

“Yes Frederick, answer the question. Why I'm I suddenly a topic of concern to you or is it because I'm winning the high stakes of the City and your little tactics aren't working”

The crowd composed of the media gasped in astonishment. He just called the sovereign of the City by his first name, what a load of disrespect. This was unheard of as everyone but Aidan feared the Claytons. Jeremy stepsided his father and stood right in front of Aidan, his pulse vibrating.

“Take that back!” He demanded.

“Or what?!” Aidan answered back, adorning a sly smirk across his face. He was fiercely looking at Jeremy, waiting for his next retort or witty reply but for whatever reason, he backed down which Aidan later saw it was because his father tugged at him to back down.

“Still waiting for the answer Sir,” The media lady demanded for the third time.

Frederick shot her a cold and icy glare from the corner of his eyes, ready to unleash hell on her but a part of his almost indiscernible facial expressi