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.”

think they have some sort of an agenda behind whatever they are trying to do, you know, apart from the most obvious motive,

get that feeling too.”

days passed without an

Aiden was refusing to change anything from the policy. 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

King’s College after finishing my last lecture for the day, too busy compartmentalizing everything I learned today and going through the work! had to complete before tomorrow, as

approach him, and stop when I notice his expression. His lips are pursed and his skin is pale, and his hands are clasped tightly behind his back, which is

he inhales harshly and adds in a tense voice. “We should

sure,” we get into the car, and Gerald locks the doors. I look at

Corporate?” I question, crossing my arms. I

straight in the eye before delivering the news. “Three of

a

come outside when a vehicle had driver past them, and

never…I never thought such things

alive?” I question, voice shaking

the doctor says he will wake up from soon They were shot in their limbs and

“Who are they?”

Accounting. Bethany from IT, and

I utter, feeling devastated at the attack, we need to go to the hospital immediately to see

our way Hopefully, we can get in before visiting hours