Chapter 17: The Brotherhood Cult

This month was the worst month of Joel's life. He hasn't had a moment to breathe like a normal human should.

From his grandfather's death to his marriage falling apart. Nothing was working well for him.

Albert informed Joel of a visitor who had come to the estate to see him.

"I don't feel like seeing anyone." Joel blurted, he picked his teacup and stir his coffee with a spoon. "By the way, whoever isn't booked to see me for today has no business with me."

"This visitor isn't some visitor you can just send away."

"Who is this? And why can't I send him away?" Joel asked impatiently.

Albert shook his head gently, he moved close enough to Joel to explain. "He used to visit your grandfather when he was alive," he muttered. "There's this thing called the Brotherhood cult, the late master was a part of them."

Joel suddenly felt his stomach churn. "You mean like the Billionaires club?"

"Yes. It's sad your grandfather couldn't tell you more before he died."

Joel couldn't