Writer’s pov

Chicago_Sir Roman’s resident!

“Mr O’Briens” sir Roman’s butler greeted Henry with a nod.

“Where’s my grandfather?” Henry asked, ignoring Simon’s greeting.

“He’s at the golf…”

Henry didn’t let him finish his words, before pushing him out of his (Henry) way and he headed straight towards the golf course’s direction.

He balled his fist as he went, it seemed as though he’s quite upset about something.

He arrived at the golf course in no time, his eyes scanned the whole place.. but his grandfather is nowhere in sight.

He narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

“Simon said he’s here, where is he?” He growled lowly.

Just when he...