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?”

“Mr. Crane, you have made a grave mistake,” without beating around the bush, he gets straight to the point,

“Wh-what? Why? What did I do wrong?”

violence,” Gerald gestured at us, “and you know what Mr. Greyson’s rules are regarding his closest associates.”

I did not know…”

them who they are before mindlessly giving orders to have them thrown out of our property,” Gerald growls, looking extremely pissed. “Had you not been blinded by your frivolous loyalty to this young man,” he points at Aiden,

with

eyes

company, not some mafia ring with common thugs. If you want to work at such an

standing up to Stone and his gang in the hotel room back in Empire city, but not

tried to cut all ties with my father all those years ago, he insisted that even though she won’t allow me to see him, at least allow

and health. Granted, I never let him help with anything with my father’s money up until recently, but a small

my father

now, I’m not

up with him, burning like wildfire, “You

did, Mr. Crane.”

what you will lose without me! All 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.