CHAPTER 7

  "Arghh!" Devan screamed, smashing the glass of wine he was holding against the wall in his home study, enraged by the incident at work earlier today.

  His guard Alex, who was standing behind him silently watching his boss, pulled out a white handkerchief from the breast pocket in his suit and presented it to him.

  "An illegitimate child," he mocked, taking Alex's handkerchief, wiping wine droplets off his face.

  "I have lost every single thing I have ever wanted because I am under the umbrella of being an illegitimate child. Maybe it is high I completely turn away from the family and build an empire of my own."

  "I told you accepting your father's request to work in the company was a bad idea" Alex said calmly.

  "I had no other option than to honour his request, it was a wish he made on his death bed, and I thought..."

  "And you thought it was a way he wanted to use to reconcile you back with the family right?" Alex inquired, cutting in sharply.