Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir by Ryker Helios

Chapter 42

  1. I don’t do it on purpose.

Gerald, of course, pales when I tell him about the nurse’s observation.

“Well,” he mutters, “I cannot say that the thought did not occur to me. You being your father’s son…it will not come as a surprise that people would make the connection between you and your father and come after you in order to get to your father.”

“Oh, god,” I drawl, rubbing my hands on my face. “it’s way too early to be having these revelations. Seriously, why on earth did I think it was a good idea to come back here? I should’ve known that something like this would happen. I should’ve taken my chance with the bullies and stayed.”

“Come now, Jace,” Gerald pats my back soothingly as I hunch over in the backseat of the car, “it might not be true. You may have been in the wrong place at the wrong time I mean, there could be nobody targeting you specifically, but only Zelt Tech employees Or maybe they are not targeting anyone at all. You’re not the only person who had been shot at in the past few weeks.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? People are getting injured and dying, Gerald. This is serious.”

“I am well aware it is, young master. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t consider all the facts.”

I sigh, knowing that there is merit to what he is saying, “well, let’s go to the police station and see if they have any good news then.”

“Certainly, Jace.”

Before we can leave, however, a knock comes from the window of the vehicle, and I scroll the window down. Nurse Clara stands next to the car, blushing a beat red. In her hand is a clutched piece of paper.

“I forgot to give you this,” she hands me over the piece of paper without really meeting my voice, “I was serious about what I said. Have a good day.”

I turn the paper in my hand and realize that it’s her personal

“Jace?” Gerald questions.

“Yes?”

did Nurse Clara Grace, the same nurse who got you thrown out of

you think,” I huff out a peal of surprised laughter, “but I think this is Nurse Clara’s way of saying sorry. But it’s cool.

for a moment before laughingly shaking his head.

make friends in circumstances like this. First

it’s not like I do it on

that’s the beauty of

up from the paperwork on her desk, “And Mr. Manson, of course,” she checks the time on her watch, “good morning. What brings

for us.” I reply.

afraid I don’t really have all the news you seek but please, take a seat. I do have something to run by

instruction, and the detective peruses a folder of photos before finding

up a photograph, and I

answer, my voice grave,

into pitch,” states the detective. “It is a quote, from Shakespeare’s Othello. Took us some time to figure that out.”

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