Martinelli tore at the document in his hands as he disgusted it's contents, his phone still in his hand.
If there was anything more than anger, that would be what Martinelli currently was.
He felt angry but beneath the interior was a fearful thrill he had never had before.
He feared for his empire, he feared for his son.
He was an impotent man and this had been one of his weaknesses.
The lady hadn't dug well about him enough for her to know he hadn't fathered most of the children he traded their kidneys.
They weren't his children. He had been obsessed about having children and most of his wives took that to their advantage and tried to buy his love with children they presented to him as his, children that most times belonged to his chauffers and soldiers.
