The Rise of a Billionaire

CHAPTER 62

The next morning, after Victor was discharged, he drove off to his home.

The sitting room was scattered and dusty. He had fired the last housekeeper he had because she told him she was sick, and since then, the agency has refused to find him another housekeeper. He kicked an empty Coca-Cola can on the floor as he opened the front door.

His body was a mess from last night's fight, and through his headache, he still could not spend one more solemn night on the petite bed.

He pushed the can aside and got upstairs for a quick shower. Peter knows he was badly wounded in last night's fight and shouldn't expect him to resume work the next day with a bloated lip. He got out of the shower and rummaged through his wardrobe for a black hoodie and black sweatpants. He checked for him in the last compartment on the cabinet.

"Sweet," he said, shooting the gun quickly. He wrapped it in the leather bag and headed out. He clicked the car open and got in. He doesn't have to fear the police because th