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.”

nods unhappily, “I can’t help but think 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 pinpoint what it

get

days passed without

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

for the day, too busy compartmentalizing everything I learned

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

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

and Gerald locks the doors. I

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

before delivering the news. “Three of

in a breath, stunned. “What?!”

Zelt Tech building They’d just come outside when a vehicle had driver past them, and the window opened to reveal a gunman He fired

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

they alive?” I question,

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

“Who are they?”

from IT, and

need to go to

Hopefully, we can get