DARIEL’S POV:-

I was still in the prison with a never ending grimace on my face. I wanted to get out but the process was being delayed, testing my low patience.

I had to be out before the news went to the media and they ravaged the image I cleared after a painfully long time.

“Sir, no one is willing to take the place. Each one we could possibly refuse.”

People had stopped seeing me as an arrogant bastard thanks to my wife, I had changed a lot too and I wanted it to remain like this but circumstances were challenging my goodwill.

“And why is that?” I growled, glaring...