Jared stilled and looked back on hearing his assistant speak. "What do you mean? How can they produce him to court just like that?"

"Boss, I am not sure. Our lackey in the Intelligence is not allowed anywhere near the top management. But this is the rumor that had spread like wildfire." Jared's assistant took a deep breath and shifted his weight on his legs. His legs were aching from all the standing he had done since the morning. Although it was somewhere close to noon, he was already tired, and his legs were on the brisk of giving away. He leaned on the wall beside the door, pressing his forehead.

Jared almost wanted to charge over the Intelligence, kill all the man, and free his old man. It was not that he was concerned about him. No. He was never concerned about him. Not in the past, not now, or not in the future. It was just that the man knew a lot of secrets about him and Charles, and there were some documents and details he knew that Jared wanted. 'That old geezer cannot stay calm under pressure. I am sure he would end up getting us all hanged if he continued to stay there.' He seethed.

Although he was angry at his father for his foolishness and getting caught by his own subordinates, he was surprised more by seeing his Godfather's reaction. It was highly unusual especially when he was so calm regarding the matter, unlike him who was going bonkers just thinking about it.

Jared frowned, and unknowingly his back touched the side stand beside the mirror when he moved a step. He hissed, pain shooting through his entire body. He clenched his jaw and tried to take deep breaths to soothe the pain.

After a long time, he finally stopped gritting his teeth and observed his pale face staring back at him in the mirror. There was a thin bead of sweat marring his forehead and he could see his bloodied back making him recall the days he was hit by his Godfather. The old wounds as well as the newly inflicted ones were a ghastly appearance, sight which he did not want anyone to see, especially Maggie.

The thought of Maggie brought a smile to his face and Jared shook his head wondering when he fell deep for her. Although he so badly wanted to see her, he had other matters to deal with, matters related to his father. So, he gave up cleaning his wounds and directly stepped into the shower, the cold water slapping his back hard. Jared's eyes shut tight, blood mixing with water along the flow. His back was on fire. Yet, he did not flinch nor did he let out a gasp. He just allowed the water to clean his back, clenching his fists in pain.

'You old geezer. Just wait until everything ends and settles to normal. Just see how I will end you with these arms. You will get your retribution for all the anguish I had to go through all these years.' Jared promised, adding Charles to his list of must kill people, ranking him first.

Meanwhile, Charles sat in his car, his driver taking him towards his mansion. A sardonic smile made its way on his face and he stared outside the window, his eyes fixed on his manor he was slowly approaching.

The house had a lot of memories, of him, his parents, his family, his wife, and his son, Eddie. However, immediately after, his smile vanished when he remembered Beth and her deception. The one thing he hated the most was lies and Beth had just done that. She had lied to him head on for years and Charles had assumed Eddie to be his son, until the recent turn of events.

Charles's eyes narrowed when his mind reeled to the days when he had painstakingly come up with plans to snatch Beth from Samuel, a man whom he considered to his enemy. He remembered how he had seduced her and had attracted her with his glory and richness. It had come as a surprise to him when Beth had come to him, not knowing anything about Samuel and his background.

Charles scoffed at the foolish woman who did not even what was good for her. She had chosen a waste rock over a diamond and now she was reaping the result of her decision. Charles knew her greed had no bounds and it was this weakness of hers that helped him separate her from Samuel.

However, who knew that he would only bring his downfall by marrying Beth and save Samuel from the disaster of a woman. If not for the fact that Beth had come to him, claiming to be pregnant with his child, he would never have allowed her to stay in his house, let alone marry her. That woman was selfish, caring only about herself and he did not want such trash in his life. However, he could not ignore the child in her, his child, his only blood relative. So, he had married her for he wanted to give his child a complete family.

But who knew that the son who had adored and loved for life was not even his. Anger surged through his veins when he remembered the way Samuel had mocked him, thanking him even for saving him from the greedy woman. "Bitch," He seethed, his sudden low voice startling the driver.

Although Charles wanted to punish her for her wrongdoings and her deception, he did not want to take the risk. Not when Beth was held captive in Noah's turf. He knew it was highly impossible to invade his territory. The man was a master when it came it matters like these and along with his two friends, who were as proficient as he was, it was incomprehensible to even think about it.

Charles had long perceived that he and Jared were nothing before the man who was young than him by three decades. Although he had created a gang of his own along with Jared, they were could not even compare to the support Noah his friends had. He had skilled and trained men beside who had sworn their loyalty to him, the one thing Charles never got in life.

Charles was certain that given a chance his men would not hesitate to betray him to save their asses and that included Jared too. He had seen the rage and hatred Jared had for him. It was just a matter of time before he came for his head. 'Who does he think he is to come after him? Am I that easy to handle? I am Charles Miller. He can only dream about killing me.' He smiled, mirth filling his eyes.

'Jared, boy. You have no idea what you have done today. You have shown me what is weakness is and I am going to show you what I can do using that weakness of yours.' Charles recalled the way Jared gazed at Maggie, his eyes filled with an emotion he was all too familiar with. The man was deep in love with Maggie and it was this love of his that would help Charles to control Jared.

He pulled out his phone and dialed the number of the man who was working for him. "Master," He heard him speak on the other side.

"What is the situation over there?"

"Master, Jared is in his room. He has not come out since you left."

"I see. What about the girl he likes?"

"Master, she is resting."

"Tell Jared not to do anything about his father," Charles ordered and the man on the other side stiffened, clutching the phone tight.

"Master?" He breathed, wondering what he was doing. He was already tired and drained and now this man was only adding to his frustration. He was just short of leaving everything and slapping their faces for their annoying nature.

"Yes, these are my orders. It's best he does nothing. I want Frederick dead. He is just trash for us now and try to delete all the records of me with him and Jared. Tell the girl to do it." He continued, not allowing the man to continue.

"But..."

"You are just Jared's assistant. Do as you are told." Charles warned him lowly and the man shut up immediately. When it came to following orders, it was best he followed the old man for he held the supreme authority. He would save him from Jared's wrath.

"Yes, Master." He breathed.

"And, another thing. Did Jared find out who was responsible for the explosion?"

"No Master. Jared is still working on it."

"I see."

Charles stared far ahead while Jared's assistant waited for him to speak, tapping his feet patiently. He was still outside Jared's room. But he had shited away from the door so as to stop anybody from eavesdropping on him.

"Another thing."

"Yes, Master." The young man's ears perked up and he stood still in attention.

"Keep an eye on Maggie. She is not as simple as she looks."

"What do you mean, Master?" His face scrunched up and he wondered what Maggie had done for him to doubt her.

"She is not simple. I believe she is hiding something from us. Watch out for her."

"Huh?" The assistant muttered, still unable to comprehend why the old man was wary of her. She was just a harmless girl, who only had skills when it came to gadgets and programming. Other than that she seemed to be a meek lamb.

"That girl looks very similar to someone I know."historical

"Who?"

"A girl who once worked in Intelligence."