The revenge of the mafia son-in-law.

Chapter 155.

Alfred entered Curtis Stanton's private office to tidy up a bit and dust the furniture and paintings that had accumulated dirt. However, he found a completely dark room with nothing visible. So, he quickly groped his way to open the heavy curtains of the window, letting in the sunlight to illuminate the space a little.

"I didn't give you permission to do that."

Alfred was very startled and nearly had a heart attack at Curtis's sudden voice. Curtis was sitting in his personal chair with an empty bottle in his hand, his entire body slumped over the furniture.

"Sir... You almost scared me to death," exclaimed Alfred, with his hand on his chest, sighing deeply.

"I didn't call you. What are you doing here?" Curtis asked without moving, his face completely expressionless.

Alfred widened his eyes a bit and approached, waving his duster over the tables and decorations in the office to pretend he was cleaning.

"Dawn has broken. It's a new day, and I just came to do a bit of cleaning. I didn't