Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir by Ryker Helios

32. Agenda?

When I meet him the next morning so he could give me a ride to school, Gerald profusely apologizes for not taking my calls.

“I am really sorry, Jace. I left my phone at the office before going home and missed a bunch of calls, along with yours. Are you okay? Did something happen? Was there an emergency?”

I blush at his questions. My idiotic actions had left him worried about me, and that was the last thing I

wanted to do.

“No, Gerald, no, there were no issues. I just wanted to have some conversation,” I scuff the floor with my feet, feeling mortified. But I somehow spit out the next part of the explanation, “Just wanted some companionship, I guess. You know how the house is at night.”

Gerald’s eyes soften with something akin to parental concern.

“I’m sorry, Jace,” he mutters, but I brush it off.

“No, it’s fine. I was just a bit shaken from what happened that evening, which, by the way, I need to notify you about.”

That does the trick as Gerald sits ramrod straight, his eyes focused. I tell him all about the incident that happened in the evening, and the email Brennan had gotten at night.

“I see,” he murmurs after I finish the report, “this Aiden fellow is starting to become a problem.”

“Yeah,” I agree. “But unfortunately, a problem we can’t get rid of soon, what with his father trying to take over Zelt Tech and all.”

have some sort of an agenda behind whatever they are trying to do, you know, apart from

nod, “I get that

days passed without an incident.

In fact, it was like he’d totally gone off the grid. He was absent from school, and I heard that the school board was not pleased with his behavior. Brennan had not even heard from him, in fact, he couldn’t even call the phone number he was given. For a moment after hearing it, I was worried for Coraline. The new developments were unsettling, and I wondered if she was secure enough. Aiden had not hesitated to put her hands on her once,

compartmentalizing everything I learned today

lips are pursed and his skin is pale, and his hands are clasped tightly behind his back, which is ramrod straight.

and adds in a tense voice. “We should get inside. I don’t want anyone

into the car, and Gerald locks

crossing my arms. I do not have a good feeling about this, whatever it

delivering the news. “Three of Zelt Tech employees had been gunned down.”

suck in a breath, stunned.

when a vehicle had driver past them, and

never…I never thought such things would happen at Zelt Tech We were a small company that made computer chips for

alive?” I question,

is still in the ER, in a coma which the doctor says he will wake up from soon They were shot in their

“Who are they?”

from IT, and Tanaka from HR.”

the attack, we need to go to the hospital

our way Hopefully, we can get