“ Harry D'embert , come get your package if you dare ” Lord Royale D'embert says in a mocking tone causing his son to clench and unclench his fists , gritting his teeth against each other .“ I don't want this fight with you , hand me the package and I will be on my way out ” Harry replied grabbing the dagger thrown at him earlier .He groans within so as not to give his father the pleasure of seeing him in pain . Lord Royale D'embert turn to pick his robe when Harry let go of the dagger on the target . It struck Lord Royale D'embert's shoulders , blood splatter on his face partially, while the rest dribble down his arm .“ Harry, how dare you ? ”“ You want to end my life just like hers is that not so ? ” He throated groaning inwardly “ You killed her not me . ” Harry responded taking two steps closer to his father, who never bent over despite the dagger in his shoulder blade .“ I did ? ” Lord Royale D'embert whispers softly, with his dark eyes dancing funnily“ Where is the pack

** The Blair's home ** Mrs Blair sat at the edge of the seat facing her dressing mirror, she is preparing for a beach date when Keturah walked in wearing a frown on her round face . Her lips were properly moisturized and her hair was perfectly secured in a black hair bonnet. “ look at my princess , successor of Blair's empire. ” “ mom ....... There is no time for such flatters . ” “ Why ? ” Mrs asked her daughter while her fingers professionally primed the foundation powder on her face . She takes a moment taking a look at her daughter's demeanor. “ Mom, Isabella will be getting married soon and Harry says doesn't know when we will be getting married either. ” “ You mentioned next four months during the family lunch. ” “ Yes mom but with the way things are going , there is no light at the end of the tunnel . ” “ we can't let Isabella get married before you else she will be made successor of the company , that will amount to double wealth because of her own bran