The Rise Of Lord Almero

You are the son of the Muzzafer family

Will opened the door to this room which was not locked. Will looked at the handsome man who was now asleep because it was still 05.00 in the morning.

Will sat on the sofa while looking at Almero. Will noticed the wound on Almero's arm while taking a sip from the cigarette in his hand with the other hand holding a wine glass.

Last night Almero stayed at the Scotts family mansion because it was impossible to return to prison in an unstable condition after Almero acted like a superhero by dropping his motorbike on the asphalt.

An hour later.

Almero writhed here and there from the bed, the man could be seen biting his lower lip to hold back the pain that was currently wracking his entire body. Falling on the asphalt with the motorbike still running was something Almero had never thought about before, even imitating a scene in an action film he had watched some time ago.

Almero directed his hands to clean the dirt in the corners of his eyes then slowly began to sit up, Almero's eyes opened