Mr George's POV
"I dare any of them who's bold enough to go against my new rules," I whispered to myself, my eyes blazing with fury, as I glanced through the beautiful views of London Dockland through the transparent window glass of my dimly lit office.
My mind is still hooked with the thoughts of who could have been the mole that attacked my wife in my own mansion. "What effrontery, Lorenzo, is there?" I blurted and clenched my fist. "If only I find the mole, then I will know who to channel all this rage to." I thought, exhausting my anger with a punch to the table.
Meanwhile, I neglected the continuous ringing of my phone, which lay flat on the flat polished wooden table behind me. I heard it but never took interest in receiving any calls. I am overshadowed by the fears and anger bur
