Chapter 42- the change, the proposal, and the threat

“Charles Black,” Azazel yelled, entering the Black mansion, “Charles fucking Black,” he repeated.

“Where the fuck are you?” Azazel entered his old house, and the maids serving breakfast to their boss scurried away, looking at their angry master. Charles sat there smirking without giving his beloved son a reaction.

“Welcome home, Son. At last, the bird returned to the nest, eh?” he sipped his apple juice.

“You think you can beat me, Dad?” he grabbed the glass of apple juice his father was drinking and slammed it to the ground. “You dare bribe the board against me?” he put his face right in front of his dad’s. Charles gave an evil smile to Azazel.

“If you think you can beat the master at his game, you are wrong, Azazel,” his dad crossed his legs, making himself comfortable in the breakfast chair.

“You are playing a dangerous game, Dad. You won’t like when I beat you,” he slammed his fists on the grand French refectory antique dining table, making the contents bounce. Charles’ expressio