Too Late To Return: The Hidden Trillionaire Heir

Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen

Fred let out a sigh of relief when the car pulled up in front of his mansion. He stayed in the car looking around for a while before he came down.

"Can I take your briefcase, sir?" The middle aged man who had driven him asked as he came over to his side.

"Sure thing." Fred quickly said and handed over his briefcase to the man while stretching out himself. He was glad he had finally gotten home a few minutes after his flight landed in the airport. The traffic from the airport to his house had been so insane that he almost got impatient. Now, he was feeling tired and worn out.

After standing there for a while and studying the building, Fred decided to walk into the house.

Apart from the terrible traffic he experienced, everything else had changed since he last visited the country. He had been out of the country for a while and had just returned to take care of his business by himself. He scoffed as soon as he stepped into the house because he knew that there was no rest for him. The des