Muntaha went to his room in the southern part of the castle . He washed the blood off his body and changed into clean pairs of clothes comprising of a vest and three- quarter shorts. He left his long shoulder length hair free after blow drying and removed his ear ring.
The moment he was done with his dressing, a knock was hard at the door. He turned on the monitor and saw the chef waiting outside his door with a trolley full of food. The hazel eyed handsome man opened the door and pulled the trolley which was left at the door into his room.
There was a unspoken rule in the castle that whichever room he occupied , no one was allowed to enter no matter what. This was for the purpose of his security. He trusted his men but not with his life.
Being the ruthless boss that he was, his subordinates both respected him and feared him. Most admired and envied him which he was very proud of. He had worked hard enough to get to where he was today.
