Kian
Zita returned to London and today was another beautiful day where I wasn’t overstimulated by her affection and Mikaelson Williams's emails.
With a bag of berries in one hand and a box of chocolate in the other—for my parents. I smiled at the gardener who trimmed the lawn at my mansion.
I had a board meeting scheduled for the next thirty minutes but my parents had called, telling me to stop over at their house.
Since dad was short-tempered, I got him chocolates to soothe his anger. I kind of figured out that the reason he asked to see me was because of the slight drop in the company’s sales.
The butler came down the small steps, welcoming me with a smile as she reached for the things in my hand. “Good morning, Mr Kian”
I handed it to her. “Morning, Rhoda. What is the mood li
