Chapter 13

A man leaned against a corridor, gazing at an empty desk. He sighed and took a sip of the whisky that had been his companion for a long time. Throughout the enjoyment of the whisky, his small and sharp eyes never left the table that had captured his attention.

Once again, the Tycoon sighed heavily while running his hands through his hair. He had taken off his black suit since the evening, leaving him in a white shirt and black trousers that fit his tall and commanding figure perfectly. He rolled up his shirt sleeves to his elbows, loosened his tie around his neck, and his hair was slightly disheveled.

The sole heir to the Trust Group looked extremely weary. His whole body screamed exhaustion that was not feigned. But no matter how hard he tried to rest his body, Sebastian couldn't sleep. His body was tired, but his eyes couldn't close, and his mind refused to rest.

The sound of a little girl crying loudly could be heard from inside his office. The crying accompanied by screams made Se