Mathew
Mathew sat in his living room, re-watching the conference again and again.
The way Thane stared at him intensely at the conference made his blood boil, and he slammed his fist onto the coffee table.
‘Damn it!’ he roared, his face reddened with fury. ‘That bastard, I should have finished him in that hospital.’ he yelled out, sending the neatly arranged throw pillows flying in all directions.
Then he stopped, everything stopped and the only sound coming from the living room was the bird chirping around in its cage.
As if he remembered something, his fiery gaze snapped around before settling on someone hiding behind the guards.
“Bring her here.” He growled, and the guard brought the woman to him, pushing her on her knees.
“I… I… am so… sorry.” She sniffled, wiping her tears. “
