An hour or so had already elapsed into noon, and the first son of the Williams family was expected to be getting dressed or something. But Robert wasn't even in W Estate anymore.
The tires of his dark Rolls-Royce halted at the penthouse of his younger brother, Lloyd.
Some strands of his partially gray hair dangled across the peculiarly charming face of a man his age.
His expensive leather shoes advanced closer to the massive house, and with just a simple knock, a maid shortly answered the door.
“Ma-Master Robert, greetings!” She bowed respectfully, and he stepped in without uttering a word.
He gazed around, and the emptiness of the living room but slight noises emanating from the stairs spelled a lot.
“That fucker.” Robert gritted before rushing towards the staircase and then a
