A FORTUNE IN FURY: THE SECRET TRILLIONAIRE HEIR

Chapter 4

Adrian knew that voice now. It was Anthony. The same lawyer that had just been by the house earlier to speak to the whole Brooks family about Sir Brooks death. 

His strong, confident voice poured through the phone. “I have something important to discuss with you, Mr Adrian, Sir. Please come to Brooks Castle and Castle tomorrow morning by 10am. Remember, this is something sensitive and crucial that I have to impart to you. Do well to take this seriously.”

And with that the call cut. Several things puzzled Adrian in a way that he was kept awake for long, puzzling over them. 

One: Anthony, the Brooks family lawyer who had never answered to anyone other than his master and sole employer, Sir Brooks, had apparently deposited money into his bank account. 

A ridiculously large sum of money at that. Why had he done that?

Two: He called him Young Master. How ridiculous could that possibly be? Even Raymond and slow Paschal were not referred to as masters of the house, since their father and mother were the only acknowledged heads. The servants did call them that at times, but Anthony called them by their names. 

Three: Anthony had something important to tell him. Something he hadn't mentioned ever before this time. Hmmm, Adrian believed it had to be important for the very busy and highly sought after Anthony to call him himself.

He concluded that he would be there by 10 the following morning. He would tell Linda that he had to go get some needed items for the house in the market.

He finally let himself fall asleep, assuring himself that there was no point puzzling over the matter, since he would have all the answers himself the following morning. 

Morning came too fast and Adrian dressed up to go and meet with the lawyer, Anthony. He wore one of his best shirts, a blue T-shirt and black jeans and then a pair of sneakers. 

He really hoped he looked presentable enough to appear in front of the great and unnerving Anthony Edwards. 

He met Linda, already up and about in the main house kitchen and relayed to her that he would be going to the market to get some fresh vegetables and fruits. Linda didn't mind and was quick to let him go. 

He left the Brooks grounds on foot, trekking the long distance to the large gate that separated the Brooks from the rest of the world. The mansion was located on a long stretch of neatly tarred road, with only two mansions on that road. 

One belonged to Sir Brooks and the other belonged to the other blue blood family and one of Brooks competitors as well as friends, the Conor McGregor family. 

They were extremely rich and Conor McGregor himself had been good friends with Sir Brooks before his death. A shadow fell over Adrian's mood as he remembered that Sir Brooks was now dead. He would greatly miss him. 

He just hoped that his memory would be honored and greatly remembered for all the good things he had done and accomplished.

He had called an Uber before coming out here because cabs could not normally be found out here because the people who lived here normally drove their cars. 

He entered the cab and was taken to Brooks Castle and Castle. Once there, he entered the large, teeming lobby and headed straight for the reception. 

He stopped in front of her desk, and with a slight smile, started to enquire from her. “Good day, I'm Adrian. I have an appointment to stay here today.”

The girl behind the counter wore a bored, sour expression even though she was the first person people saw for directions and information, she didn't seem to care. 

“With who, Mister?” she asked Adrian with a disbelieving arch of her brow. 

“With Anthony Edwards,” Adrian replied, giving the name of the lawyer and hoping the girl knew where to send him. 

The girl shook her head. “The lawyer doesn't hold an office here at Castle and Castle, Sir,” she said with a sneer, “you can go now.”

Adrian stared at her, discomfited by the casual dismissal. “But he told me to meet him here.”

“And how is that my business?” The girls tone was rising now, growing higher and higher with each word. 

Adrian glanced around with a tight smile on his face at the people who had turned to look at him. “I am only saying that maybe you should just check the books, or you must know if there is a place where he hosts guests here, as Castle and Castle's lawyer.”

In truth the receptionist knew this, she even knew that it was the office which Sir Brooks no longer occupied, but she couldn't imagine sending up a man who looked like Adrian there to go and cause trouble or scandal for the company. 

She looked Adrian up and down. “It seems you are slow at understanding information, Sir,” Adrian really hated how she said the word Sir, what was meant to be her addressing him with respect was turned into a mockery. She continued anyway. “Leave this place, before I call the security on you!”

This time more people heard and Adrian was embarrassed. “You don't understand, he said I must meet him—”

The girl punched a number on her desk, and immediately a couple of uniformed guards approached. 

They stood beside Adrian, with hostile looks in their eyes. They already saw him as a menace. 

Adrian glanced at the clock up above the girl's head. It was already 30 minutes past 10am, the time he was supposed to meet Anthony had passed. A restless energy assailed him. 

“You have to let me meet him!”

The girl turned to the security men. “Remove him from the premises, immediately. He has no appointment and is here to cause a commotion.”

Adrian gasped and glared at her. “I am definitely not here for anything like that. I have only made a simple request —”

But the security guards were already hurling Adrian away, out of the lobby. Two of them had grabbed his arms and yanked him into the air between them, so that his feet didn't even touch the ground but kept jerking back and forth in annoyance and humiliation.

“Let me down! Let me go! What sort of embarrassment is this?”

Another voice sounded behind them just as they were about to throw Adrian out of the revolving doors of the company entrance.

“Get your hands off of him this minute!” The thunderous, authoritative voice yelled.

Adrian was breathing fast, but immediately the security guards let him down, and he got his arms back and they turned to look at the man. 

It was Anthony. Anthony was only second to Sir Brooks in the company as everyone knew he was Sir Brooks eyes, ears and even his hands. 

Anthony looked furious and his eyes blazed down at the guards. He walked briskly to Adrian and bowed before him.

“Young Master, are you alright?”