The Queen Wicked Deeds

The old man took Henry's hand and walked towards the entrance. He was happy with the little boy, however, at the same time, he was worried.

That son of his will make everything to take over Henry's shares. That was his nature, to greed over the thing that was not his. Even his sister-in-law was constantly pestered by him.​​

However, he never achieved it. Not the woman of his brother, not the fortune left behind, and now he won't get Henry's share.

"Father," Uncle Mills walked behind the pair of an old man and a child. "We have many businesses with the Cardile Family, we can't just…"

"Shut up!" the old man stopped and turned around. "One more word and I will fire you from the company."

"You can't do that!"

"Yes, I can. The shares under your name are not yours yet… don't you remember you sold them to me to buy your stupid plane?"

"But… they are mine, my inheritance… you can't…"

"I can do anything with them, or you can buy them back."

The man didn't have any money to buy the shares. He thought the old man would give them back without him doing nothing, as he was his only son. However, this time he had made a mistake.

"No?" Grandpa Mills smirked and shook his head. It was truly ridiculous how he got a son like that. He had spoiled him so much that he is now a useless knucklehead.

His older son was the one who got all the pressure from the company from an early age. He was outstanding, smart, and had the right head to do business. He had always been loyal and faithful to his wife and never did anything to dishonor the name of the family.

If that year, they hadn't gone on that trip… they would be still alive and everything would be different.

"Sigh… let's go, Henry," the old man didn't have time to waste anymore with the man that was only waiting for his death to inherit the title of Master of the Family. He only hoped that he could at least last enough years for Henry to grow up.

Henry, on the other side, knew perfectly the thoughts of the old man. However, he couldn't do anything too, with the constraint of age, he was only a little kid with missions to the road of Villain King.

"Grandpa, don't worry," Henry squeezed the hand of the old man, "everything will be fine, I will do my best."

The old man looked down at the boy walking with resolute steps to the front. He looked so much like his father. The same eyes and almost the same face when he was a kid.

He couldn't feel prouder, as the best treasure his son could leave behind was the little kid now.

"I believe in you, my boy."

They continued walking across the path leading to the exit of the Mansion. However, they didn't seem to realize that someone was watching them with a sinister glare from behind.

"What are we going to do, Young Master Mills?"

"What do you think?!" screamed the man at his ȧssistant, "We have to get rid of him."

"Of whom…?"

"The old man… and" he ċȧrėssed his chin, the damn boy, sell her off."

"How do we do that? Master Mills has a security team working with him."

"I will call someone… he may have a way…"

He thought out his phone. The number he had hesitated for so long to call was still in his priority list, though, it was nameless. Only the number was showing on the screen.

The man looked at the ȧssistant and signaled to go out of the room. Then he dialed the number with a trembling hand.

The call didn't connect quickly, but then…

"What do you want?"

The cold voice on the other side gave him shudders. It belonged to a man that had long lost his chance to correct his path and was now only digging further into hell.

"I need your help."

"You know it won't be cheap."

"I know, what do you want?"

"I will tell you later, who do you want to erase this time? The old man?"

"Yes, and… the boy."

The call ended without any word from the other man said again. He had accepted the deal or he would have clearly stayed away.

The Young Master Mill gripped his phone with strength and looked at the road outside again. It hurt him to go through that again, but the old man was being difficult.

'He had already lived the best of his life, now it is my turn.'

Now it was time to make him understand, that he was not an idiot. Though, he will see it in the other life.

For the boy… well, he will live a good life with a family with two parents if he is lucky, if not… who cares.

The next few days, Henry stayed in the house of the old man. He didn't go to any school, nor he was interested to make friends. He begged the old man to hire a tutor and let him stay in the house for a few years to study.

The old man agreed quickly, as he was also enjoying the company of his only grandson. However, he was worried, if he doesn't develop the skills to interact with the people outside, then it will be too late in the future.

He made a deal with the young boy, to stay one year in the house and if he managed to make a friend his age, then he will let him stay another year. Only one more year and then go to school.

Henry knew the old man was tricking him, how will he possibly make a friend his age when locked inside the mansion?

The only way was to go outside or call some children of the business partners of the company. Henry was not fond of that. His grandpa won't like it either.

It will seem as if he was buying loyalty from the start, and that won't be a sincere friendship.

"Let's go out, Jano," he called his attendant, "come with me too, Mateo."

"Yes, Young Master," the two bowed their heads and went to prepare the necessary things for the outing.

"Where are we going, Master Henry?" Jano was in front of the car driving through the gates, but he was not aware of the destination yet. Henry had only told him that he wanted to go around the streets for a while.

"Moon Plaza," Henry said with an indifferent voice. His eyes were also without any mirth inside giving the feeling of him being extremely bored.

"Yes, Young Master."

They moved around the stores and the restaurants. The hour was perfect for the little kids to go out from school and enjoy the rest of their day with their friends and family.

Henry was bored seeing such meaningless things. He had never seen his real family, only the parents of the late Henry were still in his mind. However, there was no real connection with them. No feelings.

It was as if the memories he had lost had also taken the human emotions he had once.

"Stop that girl!"

The voice of a woman stopped his inner thoughts. She was chasing a little girl of almost six years old around the plaza.

"She is a thief! Catch her!"

She hit her knees and elbows and was bleeding from them, but she stood up. However, the two policemen and the woman had already caught up to her.

Henry looked at the little girl with a bit of interest. Her golden eyes were filled with a vacant expression, almost as if she had already seen the worst in life and nothing could move her anymore.

"Take her to the police station! That little rat!"

Henry frowned at the words of the woman. Somehow he didn't like how they were treating the little kid. The crowd around also criticized the woman, but they didn't do anything. They all looked and took their children from there.

"Wait!"

He didn't know what made him do that, but he jumped forward and stopped the policemen from taking the little girl.

"Master?"

"I will compensate the money on her behalf."

The two policemen raised their brows and looked at the shop owner, the woman that was shouting.

"How much?" Henry asked.

The woman didn't talk, in fact, the little girl had only stolen a piece of bread.

"How much?"

Henry asked again daring her to say a lie.