Fred
“Mom, it is not over as we thought!” I seethed as I stepped into the sitting room, my voice breaking the silence in the room. She was lying on the couch, going through her phone and flinched a bit, not aware of when I entered the house.
“What is the problem?” Her gaze lifted to mine, brows furrowed in confusion.
“I'm scared Raphael will come back stronger, and this time we won't be able to win. We will be crushed, Mom.” I growled, slumping on the couch as I tried to control my heavy breath.
“Make it clearer to me, son. You have a billion-dollar company to your name, also climbing up the ladder of wealth. Do you know in a few months you will likely be among the richest in the country?” She praised me, trying to cheer me up with a bright smile.
But if she knew what was looming, she
