Chapter 147 - The Fall of the Tyris Family (8)

Nicolas stirred from his slumber in his lavishly adorned chamber, as the sun bright light filtered through the magnificent curtains.

Lavish silk sheets cascaded around him as he stretched, the morning sunlight dancing on the intricate patterns of the Persian rug beneath his feet.

With a lazy yawn, he rose from his pricey king sized bed, greeted by the soft embrace of his surroundings—a sanctuary of luxury and comfort.

He took a quick glance at the antique clock in the corner of his lavish room, and saw that it was already 2:41 p.m., which was quite late in the afternoon, and a look of surprise appeared on his exquisitely handsome face.

Approximately thirteen hours had passed since his phone call with Detective Oliver, and Nicolas was stunned at how long it had been since the last phone call he made.

He had not gotten a good night sleep in a long while now, as he had been working hard on different fronts to exact his retribution on the Tyris family, but he did not expect it to be this