Henry's P.O.V.
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~ Three Weeks Later ~
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"Sir,"
I looked up from my desk to see my right-hand man, Peter, walk into my home office. I turned my attention back to the papers in front of me. That useless grandson of mine has really fu.cked up his schooling.
Where the hell has Liam been? Does he not know about his son's grades?
Ridiculous. Shameful.
I should never have left them when Liam told me to.
"What is it?" I asked Peter.
"Maverick has broken things off with the girl." He told me.
"Are you sure? The last time we thought that, he ended up sleeping with her." I replied.
"It's been a few weeks since you spoke with him sir, and all contact has stopped with them. Maverick doesn't even go home. He's been staying at the girls
