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“Why not? Didn't your fucking father bring me into it when he destroyed my father's business just because of one mistake?” he spat, pushing me off him.
I can't believe my ears. “Instead of learning from your father's mistakes, you still blame my family?”
Perez Sanchez is the son of the bastard that betrayed my father. We were all family friends. In fact, Perez was my first friend before Luke, and they never got along. Apparently, he bullied Luke behind my back.
We drifted apart as soon as we discovered his father's misdeeds. I would have fought for our friendship if he hadn't seen us as the enemy.
Now, he has declared himself my rival, pursuing several means to destroy my hard work.
While his dad tried to take over the total shares of our textile company, Perez has made it his personal mission to create clubs wherever mine were. It feels so stupid, but I could only watch him try and fail every single time.
The toxicity is part of the reason I moved to New York.
“Yes, I will always blame you. You killed my father!”
“I wish I did. I wish I had sent those inmates to kill him. It's not my fault that your dad has a lot of enemies. He deserved what happened to him.”
He tries to punch me, but I take his hand and wring it behind his back. He scrunches his eyebrows in pain. “Does it hurt?” I huff. “That's little compared to what your foolish family put me through.”
He scoffs but ends up wincing in pain. I point at his face in unrestrained anger. “Stay the fuck away from Gianna and Nala.”
He smiles despite himself. “And if I don't?”
I smile. “Then I will end you.” I let him go, and he fell recklessly against his desk.
I walk out with a newfound resolution. I am done sitting back and watching his plans to get me out of business fail. It's time to end him.
The waitress looks shaken as I walk past her. I don't need anyone to tell me that she witnessed everything. I wave at her before I leave.
My phone rings in my pocket, and I take it out. It's Luke. “Tell me you have good news for me,” I say as a greeting.
“Of course, don't you trust me? When have I ever disappointed you?” He brags, chuckling lightly.
“So, do you have her work address now?” I ask impatiently as I open my car.
“Yes, the company she works at is called Marie Architectures.” He gives me the address.
“Thanks,” I say as I close the door and ignite the car engine.
“Good luck with whatever you are up to. I hope you know what you are doing.”
“I do.” I end the call.
With one destination in mind, I drive off. As soon as I locate her company, I don't waste time getting out of my car and going up to the third floor where Luke said her office should be.
As I walk past, I can see a few people gossiping while some are staring at me. I ignore the prying eyes and enter the elevator.
I meet a young lady inside who is busy pressing her phone. I stay at the other side, grateful that it's not filled up. The elevator dings and opens. The girl finally looks up and gasps when she sees me. She looks to be in her late teens.
“You are—wait, oh my god. You were Time's man of the year? The youngest billionaire in the world?” As she talks, she keeps walking forward. “Chris White. Oh my god!” Her hand flies to her mouth. “I have the biggest crush on you.”
In her excitement, she blocks the exit and the elevator closes.
I force a smile, not in the mood “I really appreciate that you feel that way about me but?—”
She jumps a little, still squealing in excitement. “Can I take a picture with you? I need to show my friends that I met you.”
“Sure,” I heed to her request. She only lets me be after taking several photos.
