Chapter 119 - The Villain King (Part 3) (1/2)
The old man took Henry's hand and walked towards the entrance. He was happy with the little boy, however, at the same time, he was worried.
That son of his will make everything to take over Henry's shares. That was his nature, to greed over the thing that was not his. Even his sister-in-law was constantly pestered by him.
However, he never achieved it. Not the woman of his brother, not the fortune left behind, and now he won't get Henry's share.
”Father,” Uncle Mills walked behind the pair of an old man and a child. ”We have many businesses with the Cardile Family, we can't just…”
”Shut up!” the old man stopped and turned around. ”One more word and I will fire you from the company.”
”You can't do that!”
”Yes, I can. The shares under your name are not yours yet… don't you remember you sold them to me to buy your stupid plane?”
”But… they are mine, my inheritance… you can't…”
”I can do anything with them, or you can buy them back.”
The man didn't have any money to buy the shares. He thought the old man would give them back without him doing nothing, as he was his only son. However, this time he had made a mistake.
”No?” Grandpa Mills smirked and shook his head. It was truly ridiculous how he got a son like that. He had spoiled him so much that he is now a useless knucklehead.
His older son was the one who got all the pressure from the company from an early age. He was outstanding, smart, and had the right head to do business. He had always been loyal and faithful to his wife and never did anything to dishonor the name of the family.
If that year, they hadn't gone on that trip… they would be still alive and everything would be different.
”Sigh… let's go, Henry,” the old man didn't have time to waste anymore with the man that was only waiting for his death to inherit the title of Master of the Family. He only hoped that he could at least last enough years for Henry to grow up.
Henry, on the other side, knew perfectly the thoughts of the old man. However, he couldn't do anything too, with the constraint of age, he was only a little kid with missions to the road of Villain King.
”Grandpa, don't worry,” Henry squeezed the hand of the old man, ”everything will be fine, I will do my best.”
The old man looked down at the boy walking with resolute steps to the front. He looked so much like his father. The same eyes and almost the same face when he was a kid.
He couldn't feel prouder, as the best treasure his son could leave behind was the little kid now.
”I believe in you, my boy.”
They continued walking across the path leading to the exit of the Mansion. However, they didn't seem to realize that someone was watching them with a sinister glare from behind.
”What are we going to do, Young Master Mills?”
”What do you think?!” screamed the man at his ȧssistant, ”We have to get rid of him.”
”Of whom…?”
”The old man… and” he ċȧrėssed his chin, the damn boy, sell her off.”
”How do we do that? Master Mills has a security team working with him.”
”I will call someone… he may have a way…”
He thought out his phone. The number he had hesitated for so long to call was still in his priority list, though, it was nameless. Only the number was showing on the screen.
The man looked at the ȧssistant and signaled to go out of the room. Then he dialed the number with a trembling hand.
The call didn't connect quickly, but then…
”What do you want?”
The cold voice on the other side gave him shudders. It belonged to a man that had long lost his chance to correct his path and was now only digging further into hell.
”I need your help.”
”You know it won't be cheap.”
”I know, what do you want?”
”I will tell you later, who do you want to erase this time? The old man?”
”Yes, and… the boy.”