Asher Morgan's eyes were slightly closed, his gaze fixed ahead. No one knew what he was thinking.
But a fire always burned in his eyes. It was a deep-seated resentment and fury toward the man he held responsible for his father's death.
"Mr. Ansell, several more companies are looking to partner with us. What are your instructions? Should we agree or…?"
His secretary asked respectfully. Calling him Mr. Ansell was Asher Morgan's own idea; he didn't want his title to be the same as that man's.
"You handle it. I need to return to Aethelgard soon."
Asher Morgan didn't even turn his head. He couldn't be bothered with such matters. While his company was no match for that man's Morgan Group, it was still respectably powerful.
"Yes."
After his secretary left, a sinister smile touched Asher Morgan's lips. He had learned from his intelligence reports that Victor Morgan was doting on some woman to an unbelievable degree.
