Chapter 01 The Inception

CHICAGO, UNITED STATE OF AMERICA

BRYANT MANSION: IN IAN’S ROOM

The door swung open revealing a well built man at the entrance with a deep frown grazing his face. He was left with no choice than to open up the door after knocking several time but got no response.

“Young master.” Owen called out to Ian Bryant who pretended to be asleep in his bed. “Young master Ian.” He repeated but got no response.

“Good morning, sir Ian.” Owen greeted as he went to the window and pulled up the curtains.

“Shut the fuck up Owen! And get the hell out of my room!” Ian Bryant threw a pillow at his bodyguard but it didn’t get to the target. The eighteen years boy was so pissed.