DARIEL’S POV:-
“So you got remarried and didn’t bother to invite your Uncle, Dariel?” The man I resent the most complained on the phone. My father’s brother, Uncle Harry.
“Hmm. So? What difference was your presence going to make?” I responded in a cold tone, having no concerns towards him.
“Is that how you speak to your Uncle, Dariel?” He growled. Ignoring him, I entered my cabin where the man I called unwilling was present.
“Yes, I do and if you have any problem then don’t call.”
With a scoff, not in the mood to hear further of his whining, I cut the call before inclined on my throne as I stared dead at the blond man.
Emitting my supreme aura to assert my dominance in the room, I placed my phone away and rested my one leg over the other.
“There he is, Sir.”
My most trusted man
