Damion Lancaster is Secretly The Trillionaire Boss

Chapter 7

Damion stared at the old man in bemusement, more than a little taken aback by the man's familiarity with him. He took a step back from the old man.

The man arched his brow, letting his hand drop in disappointment. He looked sad for some reason. 

Damion looked around the room, finally taking notice of a girl, a few years older than him, standing by the old man's desk. He remembered he'd been brought there to meet his supposed “grandfather”. He laughed. 

"Are you people alright in the head?" Damion blurted out. 

"Excuse me?" The young girl spoke up, arching a well carved brow in a show of arrogance that was second skin to those filthy rich people Damion always saw in the movies. 

“Why send me that ridiculous amount of money and then you,” he pointed at the man, “even call me your grandson?" Damion continued, completely ignoring the girl and glaring daggers at the man.

"We are your family, Damion." The old man answered, taking a step closer to him.

"No, you are not." Damion replied.

"I am your grandfather, Damion. You have to believe me. Everything is complicated, but I will be sure to explain to you in time." The old man said, almost pleading.

Damion let out a mocking laugh.

"You have got to be joking. There is no way that I am your grandson." Damion said, looking at the old man as if he were insane. Was this perhaps the price the man had paid for being so ridiculously wealthy?

“I am your grandfather. There is a reason why you were separated from me." The old man replied.

Damion ran his hand through his hair. This was insane and completely wild. He needed to find a way out of there. 

"You must have me mistaken for someone else, old man. Now if you'll please tell your people to explain the money in my account and tell me why you're playing this joke on me." Damion said.

Damion noticed the girl giving him a curious look, up and down. He didn't care what she was thinking, in her black and dashing, designer suit, she looked as much of a predator as the old man sounded. 

“Nat…" 

"Do not call me. I don't know you. How do you guys even know who I am and what my name is? This is the first time I have ever seen you. Let me leave." Damion said, anger seeping into his voice.

"DNA test." The girl said, stepping forward.

"What are you saying, Bella?" The old man asked turning around.

"We should have a DNA test carried out. This is funny, but he is the first one to immediately react this way, even with all the money involved.”

Damion's face tightened in disbelief. Why the hell should he want anything at all to do with a bunch of strangers who were spewing the wildest lies?

He was an orphan, he'd grown up in an orphanage. But then what did the chairman of Lance Towers have to gain from lying to him? From deceiving him?

From claiming a lowlife, pauper who had barely finished highschool as his grandson?

“You're the only one who's reacted this way, even after seeing all the wealth.” She said coming to stand beside the old man.

"Bella…you have seen the childhood pictures of Damion, you must know that he is the boy we are looking for." The old man said to Bella.

Damion was stunned. So they'd done a thorough background check on him?

"I know what I saw, grandfather. He may look like him but he could also not be his grandson." Bella replied coldly, looking right at Damion.

Damion looked the girl up and down again, thinking that it must be nice having the richest man in the city and probably one of the ten richest in the world, as an uncle.

"I would like to leave. I couldn't care less about your stupid DNA test." Damion said, turning to leave.

"You will be well compensated for your time." Bella called after him. 

"I don't need your money." Damion said stiffly.

"Something else, then?" She said taunting him.

"Stop, Bella." The old man snapped at her and she nodded.

Damion rubbed his brow in a mixture of frustration and tiredness. Today was a really long, really weird day for him. And to be honest, he did need the money. 

"If this DNA test is done and it says that I am in no way related to you, you will leave me alone. Forever." Damion said, directing his words at the old man.

"You have my word." The man replied.

The old man pointed to a luxurious looking coffee brown sofa that looked plush and soft and felt even plusher underneath Damion's ass when he sat down on it. 

Damion tried not to be obvious about his astonishment at the place still, taking in the ornate pieces which included ancient looking vases and art in corners of the room. 

He guessed that just one probably cost more than he could probably make with his lifetime salary, working his current job. 

A few minutes later a man, who carried a suitcase and looked like a doctor, was brought in by the same lady from before who had kept calling him young master. 

He observed her curiously. He wasn't sure what the hell was going on.

Damion said nothing to the old man who walked back to his desk. 

The old man motioned for Bella to sit on the couch and Bella did so. 

Apparently, everyone took orders from the old man. 

The doctor came forth, wearing gloves and holding cotton wool, he dabbed the cotton wool in antiseptic before running it around in small, tight circles in Damion's wrists.

A minute later a syringe appeared and the doctor extracted some of his blood for tests.

Damion barely flinched when the syringe sank into his wrist and soon enough the doctor packed up and left with his blood samples.

Damion rubbed at the spot. The doctor had wiped off the dots of blood and placed a cotton swab over the spot, covering it with a square plaster. 

“So? What now?” Damion asked. 

The old man sat behind his heavy oak desk, eyes fixed on Damion. His eyes held an ecstatic look in them. “He's going to compare your blood samples to mine and that of my niece here, your cousin.” He motioned to the lady. 

Damion held back from releasing a loud burst of laughter. The man made saying ridiculous things seem easy. 

“Just wait a little while, I'm sure it won't take long.” Bella muttered, crossing her right leg over the left. 

Damion sighed, rubbing at his sore cheek. 

“What happened to your face? How did you get the bruises?” The old man suddenly asked. 

Damion had forgotten all about the bruises on his face from his accident. He was so used to feeling rough and looking even rougher. He shifted on the sofa, uncomfortable with the sudden scrutiny from both the man and Bella.

He cleared his throat. “Just a minor accident. Nothing serious.” No way in hell was he going to relay the humiliation he had passed through at his girlfriend's hands that had led him to foolishly get himself into an accident to another soul.

Maliya and her new man would get what was coming to them. 

The old man stood up from his desk, and crossed to his door. He pulled it open, and from Damion's position, he could see the buff bodyguards outside the door. 

He conversed with them and then returned to his chair behind the desk. He faced Damion again. “Would you like to have anything as we wait for the DNA results, Damion?”

Damion frowned. The man called his name with a familiarity that was upsetting. “No, I'm good.”

Bella chuckled softly from the sofa opposite Damion. 

Damion glanced at her, wondering what was funny. 

She looked up to find his eyes, her eyes bold. “You're a weird one. We've got so many people eager to agree to being my cousin, but you can't wait to leave.”

Damion didn't reply to her. It wasn't as if he could get away with pretending to be the one they were looking for anyway. They'd catch him if he tried, not that he'd ever planned to try. 

He wasn't interested in being a fake heir.

A couple of hours passed, and the door was opened by one of the bodyguards, revealing the doctor. 

The man had grey hair, and wore tiny round glasses that perched on his nose. 

His white coat over his suit looked pristine and Damion knew this was no ordinary doctor, like the ones he always saw at the local hospital, who couldn't even stand him. 

He walked up to the old man's desk and handed him a file. 

Bella stood up, walking to the side of the desk, and peeking into the files as the old man flipped through the few pages. 

Bella's lips pulled into a round o, and the old man got out of his seat with a boisterous shout. 

He rushed to Damion and drew him into his chest, hugging him. 

Damion held himself stiffly upright.

“You really are my grandson!”

Damion shot the doctor a startled look but the man just nodded, smiling at him. 

When the old man finally freed him, he gripped his shoulders, “We've searched for you for such a long time, Damion, I had almost lost all hope of finding you.”

“It’s really you! My one and only grandson.”

Damion could only stare at the man. 

The lady in red, Bella spoke up again. “You're the only grandson of your father, Damion.”

“The only sole heir of Lance Towers.”