Chapter 192 Emissaries From Moscow

Chase Darwin sat across the table staring at Henry Darwin, a frown marring his face.  “You promised to deliver, uncle!” Chase snapped, banging his hand on the table.  Henry Darwin relaxed on the chair, placing his mechanical feet on the desk. It felt good having his entire fortune back and knowing that Chase Darwin couldn't lay a finger on him.  “Relax, Chase, they'll be here,” Henry smiled.  “It’s been days, Uncle. I need information on what’s going on. Everything seems so confusing and for some reason, I can't seem to get a hold of my private investigator,” Chase snapped in frustration.  “If you haven't noticed, Chase, new people don't want to work in your company again, they're scared of how easily people die or end up in a coma,” Henry said with a shrug.  Chase glared at him, “That’s none of your business. All I need now is for you to get those other guys and get your fucking feet off my desk.” Henry rolled his eyes, “I think I prefer when you were just a baby. Now you're so