Wedding Preparation 2

Because I paused for a few seconds, Roland tightly grabbed my collar and enlarged the balls of his eyes while staring at me before he added, "Always remember you are a slave of Don Lucas' company, John. No matter how smart you are when it comes to business, you're just as poor and useless as you are. Did you get my point? You can never give Malia what her family wants."

Then he let go of his grip and clapped my face. "See you back at Malia's new office."

As soon as Roland disappeared from the rooftop, I screamed as louder as a bolt of thunder to let out my rage.

I lifted my head to the sky and just realized that the rays of the sun were already etching my skin. But I simply ignored it and pulled the phone from my pocket and dialed Uncle Romnick's digits.

"Aren't you supposed to be working by now?" Uncle Romnick asked the second he answered the call.

"Get me the best attorney New Orleans can offer," I said in a sharp and firm tone. "And I don't care how much as