Chapter 22

ZANE

"Godfather had a son?" I turned to ask to ask Mason Turner, my special assistant after watching Valeria step into the jet.

"Yes, Boss." He replied in affirmation, no longer using the 'sir' address he had used when Valeria was present.

Actually, I also had no idea why I specially had instructed him not to address me as 'Boss' in her presence. But what I did know was that I definitely didn't want her getting the wrong idea about me.

But that was even more ridiculous, wasn't it? After all, since when did I start caring about what other people thought of me.

Not really wanting to dig deeply into my intention for doing so, I threw Mason another question.

"He went to the organization?"

Mason replied yes again.

After a minute silence, I let out a sneer.

"Seems like there are still some restless and insatiable rats scurrying around our midst."

"Boss, you mean?" Mason asked with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Is the location of the organization that easy to find and let's say it r