Forty-two-year-old Noud Van Dijk’s green eyes lit up with amusement. He was reading a text from someone, telling him that Balthazar Harris Evans’ life was threatened not only once but twice with only a few days apart. He blew a deep breath and looked around the hangar.
He would leave London that night. He already talked to other local businessmen and Thaz’s brother Charlie. Even the little twerp did not want a merger with him, even if he was the one managing the Evans’ empire while his brother was on a tropical island. Charlie had all the power of attorney that Thaz gave him. Still, it seemed, blood was thicker than water.
The blond Dutch grimaced and sniffled. He exhaled again, seeing a cloud of his breath in front of him. He straightened the long black jacket over his lean body. At his
