Big Bad Forbes

“What are you doing here?” Maxwell asked in a deep voice, it was like he was holding back a rage in him.

“Now that is no way to greet your father.” Mr. Forbes replied confidently, wearing a nonchalant expression; at first sight, anyone could tell that he was a no-nonsense man.

“Spare me your lectures old man, you are not my father and we share no bond.” Maxwell spat back at him.

The ladies kept their distance, almost like they knew better than to interfere. Anna had no idea what kind of a man Peter was, so she thought it was best to stay quiet and observe before choosing if to get involved or not.

Mr. Forbes stylishly fixed the wrist buttons of his suit like he was the least bothered by Max’s anger and then he looked up to him. “I doubt a DNA text will validate your claims.” He said and flashed a small smile.

Maxwell clenched his fist, his chest boiling in anger. “What are you doing here?” he asked again. “You are not welcome here.”

“Okay you two, please calm down, there is no need to