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.”

sort of an agenda behind whatever they are trying to do, you know, apart from the most obvious motive, which is expanding their company interests. But I just cannot pinpoint what

“I get that

passed without

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

I exit hall number seven at 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

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 ramrod straight. I could feel the

an incident.” he inhales harshly and adds in a tense voice.

car, and Gerald locks the

of an incident? Corporate?” I question, crossing my arms. I do not have a good feeling

straight in the eye before delivering

suck in a

had driver past them, and the window opened to reveal a gunman He fired away at them.”

never thought such things would happen at Zelt Tech We were a

I question,

are, fortunately Although one is still in the ER, in a coma which the doctor says he will wake up from soon They were shot in their limbs and

“Who are they?”

Accounting. Bethany from IT, and Tanaka

devastated at the attack, we need

Hopefully, we can get