The next morning, Darryl was lying under the scented blanket with Monica in his arms. Any man would be jealous of a sweet scene like this.

Last night, Monica was very drunk, and she did not let him leave, so Darryl had no choice but to stay for the night. Nothing happened between them last night because Monica was drunk and Darryl was too tired. He only hugged her to sleep.

Ding!

Suddenly, a loud ring on a phone woke Darryl up from his sweet dream.

‘Damn it, who would call at this hour!?’ he wondered.

Darryl opened his eyes in a blur and looked at the incoming call. In an instant, he frowned.

“Damn it, the caller’s ID ends with six sixes. Whoever’s calling is not an ordinary man,” he muttered as he picked up the phone.

Suddenly, Darryl heard a familiar voice from the call.

“Darryl, where are you?” the voice said.

It was his uncle, Drake Darby, the patriarch of the Darby family.

Darryl’s face darkened, and in an instant, he was wide awake.

Not long ago, his fa