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.”

they have some 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

“I get that

days passed without an incident.

heard from him, in fact, he couldn’t even call the phone number he was given.

Adrenaline Rush, 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 well

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 tension

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

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

question, crossing my arms.

the eye before delivering the news.

suck in a breath, stunned. “What?!”

come outside when a vehicle had driver past them, and the

thought such things would happen at Zelt Tech We were a small company that made

I question, voice

coma which the doctor says he will wake up from soon

“Who are they?”

Bethany from IT, and

feeling devastated at the attack, we need to go to the hospital

on our way Hopefully, we can get in