The cold, damp air of Buckingham clung to Greg’s skin as he paced up and down the old warehouse. His mind raced. Jullian Hemmingway was on their foot path.
"Would Jullian discover who he was? Of course he would. He was no fool."
Greg ran a hand down his face, waiting for Adelle. She'd stormed out of their apartment a while ago, only to be told to go to the warehouse.
The warehouse door creaked open, and Adelle returned. "Where'd you go?" he questioned her.
"Don't worry about it, son," she responded.
"Julian's men have been sniffing around." His voice thick with worry.
"I went to the hospitak to try and see if I could get close to Michelle, they'vegot her surrounded like shes the president or something." she fumed.
His mother had been orchestrating this for years, manipulating,
