When Diana’s call came through, Layson Norman was on his way to sign a contract with a real estate developer. Over the phone, Diana sounded distraught and tearful, begging Layson to come back and help with Dexter. This was the first time Diana had ever pleaded with Layson in such a manner, because she honestly had no other options.
“Layson, please come home. Your father locked Dexter in the study. I have no idea what’s going on in there, and he won’t let me in. I’m at a total loss here.”
Hearing this, Layson frowned slightly, pausing in front of the elevator doors. “What happened?”
Diana stood outside the study, watching the closed door anxiously. Her worry only grew deeper. She knew how Richard could be when he was angry—he cared about nothing else, and over the past few years, his tem
