Chapter Fifteen.

A black Bugatti slowly ground to a halt outside the yard.

The area was remote with only a few shabby houses in sight. A large car was decidedly out of place in such an area.

The man in the backseat put aside a stack of documents he had been Perusing. Then changed from his svelte, tailored suit to an old jacket.

James twisted around to look at his boss who has been going through so much trouble travelling back-and-forth every day, “ you used to call me only once or twice a year Boss,” James pointed out, “ you have villas all over the city, you can just move into one of them with your wife. Why do you bother going to this dump every single day?”

Darren threw him a cold gaze “you’ve been awfully talkative lately. Do you have so much time in your hands? If you have nothing better to do, you might as well clean up and tend to these other villas of mine.”

James immediately shut up and looked away.

Darren got out of the car, once he was out of sight, James slapped his own cheek mutt