บท 168: An Assassin 

Santa Rivers had been the patriarch of the River's family for more than three years now.

But that doesn't mean, the man had it easy. He wiped the sweat from his forehead before he downed the water from the water bottle that he always carries when he worked out. Then he looked at the number of phone calls from his business cell. 

Ten.

Ten missed calls in one hour. 

Did something huge happen? He couldn't help but wonder why would his people call him when they knew he never entertained any calls while he was working out. He opened his message box and was surprised that he didn't see any unread messages. Shaking his head, Santa walked out of his personal gym and walked towards his room so he could take his shower.