"Hello, Son-in-law" Moov chuckled as he picked the call.
"Hello..."
"...You're not even going to call me Father-in-law? How sad" he huffed
"What's going on, Sir?" Trent asked ignoring him.
"Come to the Manor now"
"What?"
"It'll be better if we sit down and talk, won't it. I'll be expecting you" he added, hanging up.
Trent stared at the phone as it disconnected. Who does this old fart think he is?
The Madam says to take whatever he throws? Bullshit...
He slowed down the car,
This is so ridiculous.
Let's go see what he has up his sleeve
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"Hello, Sir" the security greeted as he walked in,
"Hello" he glanced at him, not really paying attention. Too pissed to.
What sort of Business man have security this tight?
Definitely a shady one. He chuckled.
That's what Morlov is and if there's anything, that's probably what this meeting was about.
"You're here" Morlov walked out of his drawing room with a lady,
"Come in"
