The Lost Heir's Vendetta

Chapter Fifty-Seven

“Why are the paparazzi here Mr. Raymond!” He demanded, this time around more irritated.

His attorney was puzzled and more disorganized by the whole scenario. The paparazzi hit their microphones, phones, and other gadgets they held on the glass window, struggling hard to see who was inside the luxury car as the windows were heavily tinted, muffling the shouts they were making.

“Sir, you can't come down here…”

“No shit Sherlock! You think!” Aidan retorted.

He tapped Cole and ordered him to find a spot where they could get into the private parking lot–at least, no one would be there as it's reserved.

Cole obeyed and tried to maneuver his way but the media circulated their car and wouldn't give him breathing space to leave. They demanded that he come down and answer their questions.

Right at that moment, Mr. Milton pulled into the crowd with some company security that pushed all of them back to give way for him to pass through. It was a scrabble between the paparazzi and the security an