Chapter 13

DARIEL’S POV:-

“So you got remarried and didn’t bother to invite your Uncle, Dariel?” The man I resent the most complained on the phone. My father’s brother, Uncle Harry.

“Hmm. So? What difference was your presence going to make?” I responded in a cold tone, having no concerns towards him.

“Is that how you speak to your Uncle, Dariel?” He growled. Ignoring him, I entered my cabin where the man I called unwilling was present.

“Yes, I do and if you have any problem then don’t call.”

With a scoff, not in the mood to hear further of his whining, I cut the call before inclined on my throne as I stared dead at the blond man.

Emitting my supreme aura to assert my dominance in the room, I placed my phone away and rested my one leg over the other.

“There he is, Sir.”

My most trusted man, my assistant Ian informed. Humming, I contemplated the guy with a sour expression.

“Good Afternoon, Sir.”

“Listen here, Peter. Starting tomorrow, you are going to teach my wife how to paint.”

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