The Lost Heir's Vendetta

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Max Logan hyperventilated over the phone. He didn't even know who he was talking to or how this person got hold of these files, he just knew a number was attached to the email for him to call.

"Smart man, take it all in because your life's about to take a drastic turn." Aidan taunted.

"What do you want from me? Is it money? I have it all, whatever you need to destroy all these files in your possession" Max spoke brazenly. He was scared, but he believed this was all about money.

Aidan chuckled coldly sending dread down Max's spine.

"If I needed money, yours wouldn't even come close to paying me off" Aidan's tone changed from calm to harsh and raspy.

"Listen very carefully, I want the Max Hotel; if you can call that a hotel" Aidan rolled his eyes as he spoke. "That is the payment I want," He said sternly.

"You must be joking to think I would give you that…" Max scoffed brazenly. "How sure I'm I that these files aren't even fake?" He sucked his teeth.

"You know what!? Do your worst!?"