"I lost to Dexter Davenport back then, but it doesn't matter. What's mine is mine, and I will take back what belongs to me."
Julian Davenport looked at his ambitious expression, speechless.
'He had to admit, just listening was tempting—very tempting. For a fleeting moment, he felt he might give in completely.'
'But Alaric Davenport isn't someone to be trifled with. Though he's hated Alaric for as long as he can remember, he can't deny the man's capabilities.'
'Alaric would crush him, leaving no room for resistance. He wasn't a coward; his original plan had simply been to take enough money to last a lifetime and go enjoy himself somewhere no one knew him.'
'This time, Alaric had planted a bug and a camera on him to monitor their every move.'
A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"So, what are you thinking?" Dylan Davenport asked suddenly.
"I…" Julian Davenport took half a step back. "What's in it for me?"
"Everything I have in the future will be yours."
