Roland felt like he was being followed. Someone lurked in the shadows and was following him.
“I think I'm being followed,” he told Mr adkins.
“You don't think it's your father right? He may do many things but he won't do that,” Mr Adkins said.
Roland pondered. Mr Adkins was right. His father was many things but never one to do that. Then who was following him?
“Are you certain? What if you are mistaken?” Mr Adkins asked.
“No.” He shook his head. He was very sure he was being followed.
“Should I tell the chairman? Should I hire some security for you?”
“No. No need for that.”
“What if it's one of the directors opposing your inheritance?”
“I doubt. They would rather have me killed without trying to know what I'm doing.”
Even the day he was with Tiffany, he had felt someone wat
