Chapter 83

• William quietly walked into his study, and Charles greeted him, clicking a pen and swirling in the seat opposite his. “Good evening, father, when were you going to tell me that my son is involved in the kidnapping?" Charles asked, his eyes fixed on William.
• William ignored him, taking his seat with a gruff expression on his face. “Stop clicking that pen, Charles. You know I don't like noise.” He spat, pulling out a bunch of documents that needed his signature.
• Charles held up the pen, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “If you don't like it so much, then why do you have it in your office?” He scoffed.