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?”

have made a grave mistake,” without beating around the bush, he gets straight to

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

Mr. Greyson’s with violence,” Gerald gestured at us, “and you

sir, I did

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

with violence.”

Crane’s eyes widen.

ashamed of yourself. We’re a reputed company, not some mafia ring

man I thought I knew. I’ve caught glimpses of this confidence before, when he was standing up to Stone and his gang in

those years ago, he insisted that even though she won’t allow me to

Granted, I never let him help with anything with my

was exactly who my father said he

not so

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

already did, Mr. Crane.”

call,” he stomps to Gerald and thrust a finger to his face, “you will be losing a goddamn gold mine if you do this, mark my words.