"What is this meeting about?" Mr. James asked Patrick the moment he walked into the restaurant and took the seat directly opposite Patrick.
"You're thirty minutes late," Patrick said with an angry scowl.
"You didn't expect that I would leave my clients and run over to you like a dog when you call, did you?" Mr. James asked harshly, making Patrick raise a brow.
"I see you're on my brother's side."
"Your brother's side? What are you talking about?" Mr. James asked, looking sincerely confused now.
"Nevermind. The Will, I want to know what is in it. What did my father leave me? And what did he leave my brother?" Patrick asked without bothering to beat around the bush.
"I beg your pardon?"
"What you will be begging for is the life of your wife and twin girls if you don't tell me what I want to know and do as you're told," Patrick threatened as he slid an envelope on the table between them.