Charles was in his sitting room, sitting with a glass of wine in his left hand. He was still thinking about the strange call he had earlier, and who could possibly be after his life. It was strenuous to keep thinking about which of his enemies was really bent on killing him. He didn’t think Mark would try to kill him again after sparing his life in exchange for their legacy. He sipped his drink slowly, then placed it on the marble center table. Charles exhaled, and leaned his head back to the chair, staring at the beautiful chandelier on the ceiling. He decided not to worry about who was trying to kill him now as he had another plan on the list. So many plans to pull down those that had mistreated him when he was nothing, and he was patiently, and slowly going to rip him off, and next on his list was his father, and step brothers. Charles’ father, Lincoln, threw he and his mother out to the streets, years ago. His father didn’t consider him as well, just because he was adopted. There was no way Charles could forget such mistreatment. Charles father controls a conglomerate of resorts that belonged to his mother’s side of the family, but he took charge of it all the moment he threw Charles’ mother, out. Charles stood up, and walked out of the sitting room as his men followed him. They got into his car, and Charles instructed his driver to take him to Lincoln’s house. In about an hour, Charles got to his father’s house, and was allowed in. “What the hell are you doing here, Charles!” Tyson barked at him angrily. He was still upset about the incident that had occurred between them at the car company, and was ready to take out all his frustration on him, but Charles ignored him, acting like no one was talking to him. “Don’t act all bossy. You are in our territory now. Get the hell out of here, or I’ll call the cops!” Tyson threatened, with a glare. Mr. Lincoln who was busy having his siesta, had Tyson yelling, and stood up to know what was going on. He walked out of his room with urgency as he didn’t know what the matter was, and felt it was something serious for Tyson to yell out that way. To his surprise, he discovered it was Charles, and with that shock in him, he climbed down the stairs slowly, still surprised that Charles would step his foot into his house. As he got closer to Charles, he slid both his hands into his pockets, and sneered at him, then scoffed. “What are you doing here, Charles? You know very well that your kind belong to the streets, and are not worthy to walk into this place as they please.” Lincoln said, with disgust in Charles’ presence. Charles only stared at him without an expression on his face, then he gave a side look at his guards who were behind him, and they handed over a document to him. Charles dropped the file on their table, and slid his hands into his pockets, waiting for them to go through it. Mr. Lincoln stared at him, baffled on what was going on, while Tyson gave him a disgusted look. Mr. Lincoln bent to pick up the file, and brought out the papers. He adjusted his glasses, and as his eyes scanned through the papers, a frown began to creep up on his face. “What the hell is this!” He yelled, and flung the papers at Charles who still didn’t budge. Tyson who was curious, glanced at the papers, and was also shocked, seeing the same thing his father had seen. “What are you trying to do, Charles! What the heck is this! You have so much guts to try to trample on us.” Tyson fired at him, fuming in anger. “As you can see, and understand, that’s a court order, which means you can’t avoid it or turn it down.” “Do you realize what you are accusing me for?” Mr. Lincoln snapped at him, with arched eyebrows. “Yes. Illegal succession, and embezzlement of family funds.” Charles responded boldly. Mr. Lincoln angrily pushed the table away, and stomped his feet sharply. “I will not let you off the hook, Charles. I will show up in court in order to teach you a very big lesson never to challenge me, and accuse me of theft. I promise!” He said, through his teeth. Charles scoffed, and enjoyed to see the look of anger, and frustration on both Mr. Lincoln and Tyson’s face, and he was fully ready to dish whatever they deserved, out to them. He smiled at them, and removed his hands from his pockets, then clasped them. “It seems to me that you have forgotten that it is my mother who owns most of what you claim as yours. And you spend the profits on your new wife, Sandra, and her children while my mother suffered on the streets. Just imagine working hard for something, and then someone you trust the most, kicks you out, and lavishes it on another woman.” “Shut the hell up! You know absolutely nothing about what you are talking about.” Mr. Lincoln shut him up instantly. But Charles was not one who could be intimidated and didn’t plan on shutting up even if his father’s anger was very well visible, and looked dangerous.He chuckled, paced around a little until he stops, and looks him in the eye. “I promise to take everything from you. I mean, both what you worked for, and the one you didn’t work for, that is, the one you stole from my mother. I’m going to take them away from you, and you’ll be left with nothing.” Charles threatened, with a glare. Mr. Lincoln laughed, and sneered. “You are just a baby in this game, and I’ll show you age matters a lot.” Charles chuckled, and shook his head. “No. I’ll show you intelligence matters more.” He said, with a glare, and walked out on them. He was prepared to show them the hell which they made he and his mother go through, and no amount of plea was going to change or soften his mind.