_Noah’s Pov_

I glared at the call. I was beyond pissed as to why his father would call me.

With a cold voice, I spoke.

“Hello, Jayden Oliver,” I stated. I could not remember when last he addressed him as my father.

“Yes, yes, call me by my first name,” my father said with a soft tone. For someone who had killed hundreds of people, this tone did not suit him.

“Get to the point, I am busy, “I replied. I did try my ...