Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Greg paced the living room of Mr. Chase as he awaited him in his study room. His thoughts were running wild and anger brewed in his blood.

The door creaked, revealing Mr. Chase in his three-piece suit. He had an insipid expression on his oval face.

“To what, do I owe this visit, Greg”. He said with suspiciousness laced in his eyes.

“I… I need your help, sir”.

Mr. Chase could not help but feel irritated. What else did he want? If it wasn't for the fact that he was his daughter’s fiancée. He wouldn't even spare him a glance.

“Speak”. Mr. Chase thundered.

“It's my wife. I mean my ex-wife, Megan”. His eyebrows knit together as a flicker of embarrassment crosses his face.

“I don't know how she could fucking afford a lawyer, but I am sure she is playing mind games with me. She went as far as suing me for domestic abuse. I want to teach her a great lesson”. He said with gritted teeth.

“If you could just help me….

“What!”. The thunderous voice echoed in the room, interrupt