A few days later, Mr Vladimir refused to go to his company. News about the prime minister dropping out of the project spread like wildfire. Others were starting to withdraw their investment.
The old man locked himself inside the house, ignoring the calls and messages from his company. He knew he was in trouble. Chrishan was also nowhere to be found.
"How did this happen? It's all that boy's fault! Only if he had agreed to marry the prime minister's daughter..." He smashed the glass he was holding and he started to bleed. The butler wore a worried look on his face.
"Master, Miss Viola has left the country. It seems like she has a successful business in the US. It would be therefore difficult for her to agree to get married to the prime minister's son,"
He frowned deeply.
"Those two! They are paying back what I did to their mother. I'll teach them a lesson. First, where is Chrishan?"
