The Rise of the Jackson's Heir

Chapter Seventy

Perplexed, the stakeholders heeded to attend the impromptu meeting.

Milton was done pep-talking himself and now, he was ready to go on with his plans.

He dressed in a purple shirt, Crystal’s favorite color, accompanied by a black-classic suit.

They turned at the creaking sound of the door. And when they saw Milton, they turned around with an irritated looks on their faces. Some even rolled their eyes.

They went back to asking each other, “has someone spoken to Roger?”

As Milton headed to the front, one of them stopped him, “hey, you? Don’t you have manners? Serve us some drinks.”

Milton refrained from jumping at the man. Today was a good day. Right?

Milton sat on the chair Roger normally sat at.

They turned around, “are we in the wrong room?” “The millennials and Generation Z are rude and cared less about society’s norms. Look at this one, who does he think he is sitting there?” “Can you call the guard?”

Milton leaned forward, disappointed.

“You, get up and get out.” One yelled.

Aida