Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir by Ryker Helios

15. I wasn’t expecting this.

For a moment, I can’t place that voice with those words. It just feels wrong, because I never expected that specific voice to utter those specific words.

But then I whip towards where the voice is coming from and notice Gerald making his way toward us. Gerald did not accompany me to Caroline’s this morning, he said that there was something that needs his dire attention, so I left on my own. Which was more than fine with me, because having him as a shadow made me nervous for some reason.

Gerald has traded his normal butler uniform for a sleek suit and walks with the confidence of a man who knows what he’s doing. His expression is crossed, not quite angry but not pleasant either, and his eyes are hard and cold.

Distantly, I wonder, what the hell is going on?

“Gerald, what are you doing?” I ask him as soon as he nears us, “we can handle this, you don’t have to get involved.”

Gerald sighs, “on the contrary, young master, I believe this is one of the moments where my involvement is necessary.”

Meanwhile, the manager has started to fidget on his spot, looking as pale as a ghost. He hears Gerald calling me ‘young master’, and grows even paler.

“Mr. Manson,” in an airy sort of voice, he says, “what brought you here in this fine morning, sir?”

beating around the bush, he gets straight to the point, “and that mistake is going to cost you your job. I’m sorry,

manager starts to sputter, “Wh-what? Why? What did I do

violence,” Gerald gestured at us,

did not

your frivolous loyalty to this young man,” he points at Aiden, who looks shell-shocked, “you could’ve treated these two with respect and asked them why they were here. This young lady was clearly called for an interview, and it’s within her rights to ask for that window. You, however, are not within your rights to

with violence.”

Crane’s eyes widen.

We’re a reputed company, not some mafia ring with common thugs.

I’ve caught glimpses of this confidence before, when he was standing up to Stone and

my mother tried to cut all ties with my father all those years ago, he insisted that even though

health. Granted, I never let him help with anything with my father’s money

thought Gerald was exactly who my

I’m not so

catches up with him, burning like wildfire, “You wouldn’t

already did, Mr. Crane.”

be losing a goddamn gold mine if you do this, mark my words. I’m the best in the industry as it is, you will never recover from the fallout. Especially with a company like Zelt, still so new to the field. If you got even an