He cleared his throat and looked first at the shoes of the intruder. The shoes were expensive designer shoes and looked somewhat familiar. Before he could look up to see who it was, the person sat down beside him. It was his first son, Lucien.
“Who do you want to kill next, dad?”
“Lucien! How dare you eavesdrop on my conversation!”
“I didn't eavesdrop. I merely overheard because you were not careful. Now, I have heard what you are talking about. What do I get to keep sealed lips? The rest of your property?”
“To hell with you! Everything I have has been handed over to Ivan. You all deprived his late father, Fredrick of his rightful possession. Do you think I'll let you do same to his poor offspring?”
“That's no business or mine. That possession is my birthright! My inheritance! You ha
