Chapter 35
Who helped Royce?
“Damn!” I said again in frustration. I stood up from my seat and walked the length of my study in anger. I clenched my fist beside me and replayed the events of the past week in my mind. Royce had gone to Italy and my joy knew no bounds when I heard. It'd give me enough time to come up with whatever plan I had. Everything I had cooked up was going on well until it took an unexpected turn. I thought my move would have crippled Royce and ruined him but it didn't, intact, it was as if it got better. My men had followed all the instructions I gave them but Royce had managed to slip away from my hand yet again like he always does.
The TV on the wall caught my attention as the newscaster said the name of Royce. He got the Crest Oils franchise not even up to a mont
