Root

Darius’s P.O.V

Petitions here and there.

Boycotts.

To worsen things, Killian’s fan girlies had thrown eggs on my car and now I was on a hot seat, defending myself, the company that I have built for years because there was no way that I was going to succumb to the board member’s pressure.

As my fingers drummed on the table, I couldn’t get rid of the thoughts of Marcel that plagued my mind while I leaned in the chair, staring at my fingers with darkened eyes.

Marcel succeeded in planting someone into my house because that only had to be the perfect explanation for why Mae’s lifeless body was found in my house.

Now I knew why the narrative of her being cremated and not being buried flew around in the media.

That bastard! It was because he had been planning this all along.

This wouldn’t be my end. It couldn’t just be. I didn’t come this far for this to be my end.

To worsen things, someone had been kidnapping the family members of the council. First, it was Elder Theodore’s wife an