Ky stared intently at the glowing screen of his phone, frustration building as he dialed Roman's number for what felt like the umpteenth time, only to be met with silence.
His heart raced with urgency; he needed to inform him about the looming threat that was Mr. Golden, who had resurfaced with designs to snatch control of the Golden property, the company, and all that belonged to Roman.
Since Roman had vanished, it had fallen to Ky to shoulder the weighty responsibility of managing crucial affairs—from board meetings to day-to-day operations.
But now, like a storm cloud looming on the horizon, Mr. Golden had returned, eager to reclaim what he believed was rightfully his. Ky had been trying to reach Roman for days, but the cell signal echoed his own growing anxiety: nothing was happening.
With a heavy sigh, he turned his gaze to the door, which swung open, revealing Mr. Golden, his expression a thunderous scowl as he surveyed the room, his eyes narrowing on Ky.
