Chapter - 68

The sun shone brightly. A tall, attractive man was lounging on the couch in his yacht. Behind a pair of brown sunglasses, he was hiding his dark eyes, and the wind was playing with his silky hair. He had gripped a cigarette in his thin, pink lips, and smoke was proudly coming out of them. His log legs were crossed wrapped in well stitched grey pants, and he had a document on his lap. His lengthy fingers seemed to be seducing the papers as they touched the pages. The maroon shirt was the perfect fit for his muscular, strong figure and its half-folded sleeves showed off the large tattoo on his right arm. His shirt's top two buttons were undone, exposing his muscular chest and golden chain.

The most expensive and opulent yacht was his private vessel.

Two bodyguards were standing behind him. All in black...

The dude had a mob boss's appearance

Assistant Nolan pushed a man towards his legs. He was brutally beaten. Injuries caused his face to swell. But when he turned to see Yohan Dixon,