Chapter - 164

On the top floor of the most expensive private suite of the most expensive hotel room, the private suite was covered in the darkness of a moonless night. A tall man was standing near the railing while sipping whiskey and smoking cigarettes. The coldness spread on his face and in his eyes was deadly.

Rudra Reddy did suicide. Why? He had called him. He wanted to talk about something. What did he know?

All these questions had created a storm in his mind and were giving him feelings of helplessness and rage.

Yohan Dixon threw the glass of whisky, slammed the wine tray on the ground and stumbled on the couch while closing his red eyes.

He was angry. He was so much mad at Rudra Reddy.

If the man would have been alive, he would have strangled him to death and asked him about the whole matter. The foolish coward man could not talk to him once. He should have talked to him properly. He should have waited for him. He gripped the cigarette in his palm carelessly.

Ryan Jenkins opened the doo