Wiles of the useless son in law

105

“Keep your voice down, Daxon Winter!” Monte Carlo says, pure excitement in his eyes as he takes delight in the ache of Daxon’s voice and anger.

“Repeat what you said regarding my mother! Where the hell is she!?” Daxon bangs the table and the officers stare in because they can hear the increase in vocal chords between both men.

“Hey, you need to keep your voice down!” The security guard says and Monte Carlo is still laughing hysterically.

“Please, tell me where my mother is?” Daxon says, staring at Monte Carlo who is not saying anything for the first few minutes.

The heir of Bright group shoulders slump in defeat, his chest heaving with each ragged breath as a tempest of emotions rages within. His brows furrow in a deep-seated fury, his jaw clenched in a palpable display of seething anger.

Eyes that were once bright with determination now smolder with a sad resolve, revealing the depths of his anguish and the fierce resolve brewing beneath the surface. His fists clench and unclench,