Darius rode faster, sitting on the back of his horse. His face was hard, and his eyes red in anger. The moment he got the news, he left the Garfield mansion and picked the direction to his secret base.
He could not believe what he heard. And what if his father figured it out?
He had barely managed to agree with his father in giving him one chance, and if this was how things going to be, then Darius was a dead meaning in the hands of his father.
Leaving his horse behind, he entered his secret place. Walking down the slope, he entered the large space where his people were still working on his experiment. He would have gone to meet Reznor at any other time but not today.
He marched straight to the room where he knew he would find the person he wanted to see.
As expected, he found Mr Hilton sitting in a chair with lines of worry decorating his face.
"Would you explain what the fuck you have done?" Darius banged his fist on the table, startling the old man.
