Caesar smiled.
"I see you remember me now."
Draven balled his hands into a tight fist, feeling deep anger beginning to steam within him. He could feel his blood boiling.
This man, Caesar, was the sole reason for the death of his mother. It was the worst incident in his life that he would never forget, even if he had memory loss. Subconsciously, he began to scratch his neck, unaware that he was starting to hurt himself.
**
"Oh, sell me the boy, Lenort." Caesar sat opposite Old Master Lenort. They were seated in a meeting room where it was just the two of them.
"I cannot do that, Caesar. Can you stop making such a reque—"
Caesar slammed his hands on the table. "It is not a request, Lenort; it's a demand. I helped you get what you wanted, and you became the heir. Now why can't you give me what I want?"
"Do you think that if I could give him to you, I wouldn't?" Old Master Lenort questioned
Caesar folded his arms.
