"The Voss family," I replied, checking my Rolex, bidding the time I'd end this conversation.
"Voss? From RealHouse Corp? They are our close partners," he said, puzzled. "What gave them the nerve to come into my home and pull the trigger?"
"..."
"I heard Noel Voss suffered a freak accident. Do you have anything to do with it?"
"Noel Voss is a cultivated swine who knows only to add wives to his collection. His son Noah Voss recently took charge of his corporation. He must be the one who ordered the hit."
My father halted his steps, facing me with hands resting on his cane. "You haven't answered my question, Ares."
The silence stretched between us as we held gaze in an undefeated lock. His eyes were always something I abhorred looking at, but it's hard to when they mirrored mine like a twin.
"He disrespected my wife."
"So you took his tongue?"
"I would have taken more than that, but I had stocks in mind."
