Chapter 177: An Unexpected Offer

Wilson’s footsteps echoed down the polished hallway as he left Barrister Charles' office, his face contorted with barely suppressed rage. His jaw clenched so tightly, and his fists were curled as though ready to strike at the first object in his path. The refusal to grant him access to his father Rocco’s will felt like a slap across the face, a reminder that even in death, his father was still pulling the strings. His mind raced as he neared the exit; why had Charles been so adamant about withholding the will? What secrets did it contain that were too dangerous for Wilson to see? His eyes narrowed, squinting against the flood of sunlight as he pushed through the heavy glass doors and into the parking lot, his breath coming in short, furious bursts. As he made his way toward his car, still bristling with anger, a figure stepped out from the shadow of a nearby pillar. Wilson’s hand instinctively moved toward his pocket, where he kept a small but reliable blade, but he stopped short whe