Derek’s POV
“Are you coming to the conference or not, Asher?” I ask him again. He was pissing me off with his attitude. He was stalling. Even I knew that.
“Well Derek, that is King Asher to you. Now, if you promise to hand over the girl, I will come.”
“Actually, I am above you Asher. Just remember that, and if you are going to be like that. Then it is King Derek to you. I will not hand over the girl.”
“Well now Derek, I thought we were friends.” He stated.
“We have and never will be friends. You will not touch the girl. If you do, then there will be hell to pay. Now if you don’t come, then the elders will not be happy, which I couldn’t care less about if you come or not. We will cater that you're coming. The rest is up to you.” I said to him, hanging up the phone.
“Derek, what happen
