Confusion shrouded Wilson’s face. He no longer needed to hide his emotions as he was now hell-bent on killing Darius. Thus, he did not conceal his desire to know what the latter meant.

Yet, he also knew he would not believe it even if Darius had told him the truth, so he turned to look at his secretary.

The secretary was a gorgeous woman in a bodycon dress with a deep V-neckline. Heels clicking, she approached Wilson’s side and held a laptop with her manicured hands.

“Sir, I’ve just found out