Chapter Thirty-three

Oliver Bane looked round, his eyes scanning the environment through his thick glasses as he took the tulip glass up to his lips. With an uninterested and particularly angered mood, his eyes searched for the reason why his father had yet again threatened his inheritance.

Alistair Bane.

Not a day went by without his father comparing him to the bastard of a boy. It had been worse this morning. His father had barged into his room and disgraced him and the girl he'd brought home the previous night. With his inheritance and wealth at stake, he had dressed up in half an hour for this pointless event. All because Alistair was President of Voxx and not him. An ambition that he never wanted from day one.

“Can't even find the bastard”, he said under his voice, taking another scan off his environment. Just then, Kathy's eyes locked with his and for a moment, he was absolutely at sea at why she was there. She blinked away from his gaze almost immediately and then his eyes realize the whole crew -