When Warma introduced himself as a representative of the Billion Bloodline Group, he expected curiosity. Perhaps a handful of questions, a polite exchange of business cards, and a nod of recognition. That was the extent of what he imagined.
After all, attention was good, wasn't it? The more people spoke of the Bloodline Group, the more doors it opened, for the business, for Max, and for Warma himself. If the company thrived, his own situation would improve as well. With the steady stream of earnings he had been receiving, he had even started to plan his future carefully.
His dream was to move away from Brinehurst altogether, to take his daughter with him to a safer city, a place where they weren't constantly haunted by old scars. Brinehurst had been nothing but a place of bad memories for the both of them.
But the reality of the attention he was receiving now… it was far more overwhelming than anything he had bargained for.
