Son of Genius: My father's Conglomerate!
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Ken followed Richard on his way to Roptop, whether since when Richard started smoking, Ken was sure that Shelia didn't know about it, she looked tense and her face was wrinkled, the calm look he used to show was now faint.

"He already knows if we're after him, you sneaky bottom," Richard growled in a tone of restraining anger.

"My men can't find him anywhere, but you just calm down as much as he's hiding he'll definitely give us a loophole" Ken assured.

"You're right, he can't hide forever, the sins he's committed are too much, he won't be able to run anywhere."

"Continue looking for him, I want him to be found no matter what circumstances, life or death!" Richard threw the cigarette butts on the floor and stepped on them.

After she returned to Shelia's nursery, the woman was seen reading a book in her hand, Richard sat down next to Shelia and kissed her cheek.

Umh, Shelia squealed as she covered her nose with the back of her hand, "you smell like cigarettes, do you smoke?"

"Just a little." Answer Richard.

Shelia closed the book she was reading and placed it on a small table beside the bed, "when did you smoke?"

"Darling this is just a habit if I have a lot of thoughts."

"Don't let such a habit continue, it's not good for your health."

"Okay baby, I'll try to control it." Richard pecks out the head of Shelia.

"Oh yes Richard, the doctor said I can go home, I'm tired of being here. I want to eat home cooking" Shelia lamented.

"You sure the doctor said that? Or it's just your wits." Richard took Shelia in his arms.

"Of course the doctor said, if you don't believe just ask yourself," replied Shelia with a stitching face.

Ha...Ha...Ha, "well don't frown so, we go home today, what do you want to eat? Let me have the waiter prepare."

"Anything is okay, as long as food comes from home."

After taking care of several procedures out of the hospital, Shelia and Richard went home with Ken as Driver as usual.

"Why are you quiet?" richard asked as he looked at Shelia looking dreamy as he threw a glance out the window.

"No papa I just miss my Mom and Dad" Shelia said without looking back.

"I'm sorry, I didn't tell them you were in an accident I was afraid they were worried" Richard rubbed Shelia's head with a visibly guilty face.

"No papa, you're doing the right thing."

Shelia remained silent until they got home. His arrival was greeted by the servants with great joy, "welcome back Madam! How are you doing?" ask the butler.

"It's a lot better now" said Shelia, sitting at a soup.

"Thank God, we can't imagine if anything happened to you, what about Mister" he said, wiping the corner of his eye.

"Have not cried, I've been here I'm fine. Besides, your master is handsome and rich, and it's not hard for him to find another woman if I die."

All the servants fell silent, they glanced at each other, "you finally admit that I'm rich and handsome," Richard embraced Shelia's waist, "but I don't want another woman, he said, I just want you forever just you, I'll never let you go even if it's death once, if you keep going, then I'll come with you." Ricard replied without any hesitation.

"You can still joke about death, you just pulled it from there." Richard moved from the seat with a flat face.

"Good God he's mad."

"Mrs, of course you'll be angry, you don't know how worried she is when you're lying in a hospital bed unconscious. He loves you so much, I've never seen you in such a state, the last I saw him when your parents died."

Deg.., 'so that's what made him angry, I casually made death a joke, maybe the death of his parents still imprint in his memory.'

Shelia hugged Richard from behind, the man was standing facing the window with smoke billowing all around.

"You're smoking again" Shelia said.

"You mind?" Richard asked back.

"I really do mind, but you can smoke for today only," replied Shelia, "excuse me, my words have made your heart hurt."

"I was just kidding, don't take it too seriously. I know your parents died in an accident too, I understand how you feel, I'm sorry." Shelia said solemnly.

"Have no papa, let's eat," Richard asked as he removed the hand of Shelia that was coiled around his waist.

***

The next week, the Moon changed Richard still continues to look for the whereabouts of Martin who lost like in the swallow of the earth.

Shuts...Dor's!.

The sound of gunfire echoed in a narrow alley in the suburbs.

Peculiar...Tucked...!

The sound of footsteps stepping on the flooded rainwater was clearly heard in that dark, desolate place.

A man dragged his body backwards until his back touched the wall of the dead end alley, his breath slowly hunting his body slumped until he sat on the wet floor, his face was faintly visible due to the reflection of the light of street lights around.

"I finally found you, Martin Nelson." His voice was half whispered but remained clear because the place was very quiet.

"W-why is that the way you call your own uncle Richard," his voice sizzled softly, as it felt his injured leg from a bullet piercing his calf.

"Hmphc... Uncle? Wh who? You?" Richard laughed wickedly.

"After everything you've done, we don't have any relationship anymore. Now you're just Martin, your name's been removed from the Nelson family list!" Bhug... Richard landed one punch right on Martin's left cheek.

"That blow is for my father you've finished off, '" Bugh... The second blow He slid to Martin's right cheek, "this one's for my mother, I want you to pay for everything you've done to her, she thinks of you as her own sister, but a cunning wolf like you only knows how to bite." Richard continued to lash out blows blindly at Martin's face, until his face was covered in bruises mixed with blood.

Richard glared with fury, the flames burning in his eyes clenched tightly, eager to beat Martin again to his death but the voice in his mind stopped Richard's intentions, but his gaze seemed as if it was going to swallow Martin alive

Tsk... Martin spit, he didn't want to pretend anymore now, Hahaha, Martin laughed mockingly, "the child knows nothing about himself! You'll see one day you'll regret doing this to me." he said, wiping the corner of his bloody lips.

Richard stomped on Martin's chest which was still covered with wounds. His hunting breath held in anger, he continued to fight so as not to kill his uncle. If he had killed him, Richard would have made no difference to the human form of Satan.