<"I don't know why he would choose me if he wanted a special person! I'm nowhere near his status."
"she looks fucking beautiful, the way she smiles, the way she blushes, the way she shyly averts her gaze, the way she looks with that cute pout! ev...
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Kayden (Second in command)
Third pov:
The atmosphere in the private penthouse was thick with tension and unease. Jonathan, his junior officers, Ethan, and Greyson's personal guards all stood there, awaiting the resolution to a situation that had quickly spiraled out of control. Greyson, at the center of it all, struggled to contain his anger and frustration. His clenched fists, flushed face, and gritted teeth were clear signs of his emotional turmoil. Jonathan gestured for Greyson to remain calm and to engage in the conversation. However, the room's occupants couldn't help but sense the palpable anger emanating from Greyson. On the other end of the room, Dylan spoke on the phone, seemingly unfazed by the tension in the room. Harichandran sat silently, his thoughts conflicted as he rotated a paperweight on the table. His full attention was on the unfolding discussion. Shawn, taking a sip of his whisky, observed the scene with a stoic demeanor, his thoughts hidden behind the glass in his hand. Raj, positioned in the corner of the room, watched the commotion with a mix of concern and pity for Anisha, fully aware of the gravity of the situation. Harichandran's internal turmoil was not only due to the current crisis but was deeply rooted in his past experiences. Harichandran had always been struck by how much Anisha's face resembled that of her mother. It was a subtle but undeniable connection that tugged at his heartstrings.
Greyson: I asked what the fuck did you want from me?
(Dylan chuckles at Greyson's agitation.)
Dylan: oh, Grey boy! your mood is so out now ha! Ok, I am coming to the point. I expect you to know about the dream project of your grandpa to open a medical company and give cancer medicines at a very low cost, But that stopped after your father and his friend's family's death.
Greyson: yes, what about that?
(Greyson asked through his gritted teeth)
Dylan: You know at that time David, Ramachandran, and I, were business partners. We decided to start the factory in India, but unfortunately, they both died. So I decided to carry on the project but the medicine formula is not with me. I tried a lot to get the formula but everything went in vain!
(Greyson slowly understands what he is implying)
And my spy informed me that you reopened the project. Now what you have to do is...
Greyson: DON'T DRAG, GET TO THE POINT!
Dylan: yes Mcknight I am getting there only, I want that medicine formula,-
(Suddenly Dylan's phone got snatched away by Shawn)
Shawn: Listen here, Greyson Mcknight! If you don't give the formula, there will be consequences. I know all the moves to make her moan, and I can't wait to lay my hands on her smooth skin. I want to see her bite her lips while I explore her body, and I'll be sure to make her scream for more.
