Chapter Eight:

Damian sat in his office, eyes glued to the documents Ron had just brought in. The place was silent since his house was far from the town. There was no sounds of cars passing because no one even knew there was a house there.

’How did grandpa grab this land? Why did he choose such a remote area and how come dad knew nothing about it?" Damian thought with a frown. His maternal grandfather had a lot of wealth that was supposed to passed be passed to his mother, since she was the only child his wife could bear. Growing up, Damian learnt from the abusive relationship his parents shared that his dad married his mom for wealth.

His dad Mike, was a cleaner at his grandfather’s company at that time. Aliya, his mom had just returned from college abroad and decide to pass by her father’s company to spend some time. That was when she run into Mike who was cleaning the glass window.

"Hello," she smiled at him.

"Hi ma’am," he greeted her bowing slightly. Every single person who worked with Aliya’s