MEANWHILE, at the Wellington’s mansion, Francis and Benjamin Anderson, the eldest son of the Anderson Corporation, and would also be the next-in-line heir, sat on the couch as they held their beer mugs, sipping on it from time to time.

They were having the time of their lives at Francis’ mini-bar, which serves as a place where they could be wasted altogether, and at the same time, a meeting place where they talk about their wicked plans and harsh gossip.

“I should have been there, man!” Benjami