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?”

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

sputter, “Wh-what? Why? What did I do

threatened a close associate of Mr. Greyson’s with violence,” Gerald gestured at us, “and you know what Mr. Greyson’s rules

did not

property,” Gerald growls, looking extremely pissed. “Had you not been blinded by your frivolous loyalty to this young man,” he points at Aiden, who looks shell-shocked, “you could’ve treated these two with respect

them with

Crane’s eyes

some mafia ring with

I thought I knew. I’ve caught glimpses of this confidence before, when he was standing up to Stone and his gang in the hotel room back in Empire city, but not like that. Here, he

years ago, he insisted that even though she won’t allow me to see him, at least allow him to keep contact via Gerald, who he introduced as his butler, and my mother grudgingly agreed. Since then,

let him help with anything with my

Gerald was exactly who my father said he was, a butler.

not so sure.

Crane’s anger catches up with him, burning like wildfire, “You wouldn’t dare do

already did,

my contacts, all the favors I can pull with one phone. 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. 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