Fury.

Chapter 33

It's been fourteen days since the accident. Fourteen days since Graham threatened Daniel. Fourteen days since Daniel began snubbing Patricia as though she didn't exist. Fourteen days of constantly mobbing in silent over Daniel's nonchalant, cold attitude over Patricia.

It's been a peaceful fourteen days of no melodrama. But Graham cold shoulder was beginning to be a bother to Daniel who had a strong conviction of Graham formulating a secret plot.

Slowly descending the stairs, two at a time. Daniel clicked the cuff of his shirt. Adjusted his tie and dragged his shirt down. His long pant fitted his derriere, the shirt clung to his masculine anatomy. His black hair was styled and gelled giving him a model, sexy look.

Two steps from reaching the living room, his phone rang noisily in his pocket. With his brow creased, Daniel pulled it out with a frown.

"Hello."

"Daniel. I have got some news. Concerning the bastard who shot you days ago. The bastard is no other than James Ch