The Rise of the Jackson's Heir

Chapter One Hundred Twenty Three

Milton smiled broadly at Rickie Colton. Anyone might think they were not immortal enemies but rather best friends who knew the favorite color of another.

The paparazzi yelling his name wouldn’t stop him from showing that he and Rickie were on good terms. Of course, Milton knew what it did to Rickie. He was unraveling him in ways Rickie would love to jump at him and strangle the living hell out of him.

Rickie and Colton had underestimated Milton and his capabilities, as such, they were regretting their decision at the moment.

They wished they had taken another route to making Milton’s life hard. But how could they have known that Milton wouldn’t bulge?

How could they have known pushing Milton’s buttons was like telling him to unclip his wings and fly freely?

It has been a week since the attack since they took Bryson and Troy, and still, Milton hadn’t gone to them and begged for their mercy. And now, Rickie and his father were sure Milton didn’t care at all.

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