Chapter 88. A Bad Day for Phillips Pillax

Philips POV

“What do you mean the boy is gone? How can you say that?! Who took him?!” I grabbed one of the men I had kept to be in charge of Catherine's son and landed him a slap.

He staggered back from the force of it. “I-I'm s-sorry, Mr. Pillax.”

“You're stupid! Do I pay you to be sorry, you incompetent fool?!” I raged.

Fuck! What would I tell the mother? I had promised nothing would happen to him.

Also, that boy was the only tool to use against Catherine to work for me.

I glared daggers at the guys I'd paid to work for me. Two of them were injured.

“What happened here? Tell me.” I cooled my temper to ask them.

The one in charge, he was the one I'd landed a slap, began to talk. “We heard strange noises middle of the night and I thought to go check it out. I saw nothing. I went back inside only to find my boys under attack and injured. They wore masks and these men are good. They must be professio