"Didn't I tell you to make sure he has no access to any more drugs?"
Reagan's face turned ashen when the head of his security fell on the floor next to him.
He looked up and saw his father's cold face and terror engulfed his soul. He unconsciously glanced at Tiffany, wondering if she could save him.
"You're a piece of shit! If you're not my son I would have thrown you out look time ago!"
Reagan gritted his teeth in anger. He would have thrown a punch, let the old man have a taste of the consequences of disrespecting him.
Too bad he had found out time ago that his rage meant nothing and he didn't really have power to disobey his father.
'But it shouldn't be like this all the time,' he thought to himself.
"Get up!"
He quickly stood up, using his father's command to get away from still unconscious Tiffany.
John stood up as quickly as him but positioned himself a foot behind him.
