HIS BILLION DOLLAR INHERITANCE

Chapter 4

“Hello…..Hello…..” he screamed again into the phone.

“What do you want?” Andrew asked.

“Andrew, I did the job and you didn't send the money for my uncle's treatment,” he said, with his voice brimful in anger.

“Hello, Andrew.”

Andrew chuckled.

“Do you think a low life like you deserves such an amount of money?” he taunts.

His eyes widened in shock and his eyes reddened in anger.

“Andrew, you deceived me into doing a job for you and you did a fake transaction,” Ryan uttered.

“Why Andrew, why.”

Ryan's eyes were brimming with frustration and anger.

“Your uncle doesn't deserve to be alive,” Andrew stated.

“What!!! He exclaimed.

“You killed my uncle, Andrew, you will suffer for this, you will pay for what you have done.”

Andrew Laughed out loud over the phone.

“A pauper like you threatened me, do you know I can make you rot in jail or I can get you killed with just a blink of my eyes? Andrew said.

“I will deal with you, I promise. You will pay for it.” Ryan said in a tone of finality.

He could hear Andrew laughing over the phone.

Ryan immediately hung up the call, leaving his phone on the floor as he watched his dead uncle's body.

“I'm sorry Uncle Mitchell, he deceived me.”

“I'm sorry, I couldn't help you.”

Tears welling in the corner of his eyes, he held hold of the tears not streaming down his cheeks.

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It's been two weeks since Uncle Mitchell's death, and Ryan has been roaming around the street looking for a way to survive.

Two weeks of losing his job, two weeks of being chased out of his apartment for not paying the rent.

He felt his life was crumbling and sometimes the thought of giving up comes into his mind but he always believes he will survive and have better days.

He is now homeless and has no one to call for help. The only person he knew as his parents is no more. He had no friends to run to for help.

He even gets into a fight just to save himself or to get something to eat.

He was looking tattered and haggard, one couldn't recognise him again.

Ryan was dressed in a shirtless top, which reviewed his birthmark. The nice shirt looks unrecognizable because of the dirt.

Ryan sleeps under the bridge sometimes or outside a shop, whenever it's cold he would sleep inside an old abandoned car.

One morning he woke up and his stomach was rumbling, he walked towards a restaurant to look for leftovers.

He watched people as they ate through the transparent large glass, hoping they would have pity on him and offer to buy something for him.

But no one looked at him, some will even close their nose whenever they pass close to him. He looked like a beggar, some of the restaurant owners would chase him away from their shop.

He was standing wallowing in deep thoughts when a voice brought him out of his reveries.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

The man was dressed neatly, he wore a white up and down suit. and he was in his 50s.

“Yes.” he nodded meekly.

“Come with me, I have something for you.” the man said.

Ryan stood for a while before walking with him, nobody had ever wanted to help him.

“Why would he want to help me, what if he wants to kidnap me, but I'm poor? If he kidnaps me I have nothing to offer,” he said inwardly.

“Are you coming or not?” The man asked.

He could feel his stomach telling him to move forward, he quickly followed the man.

They walked into a restaurant that was close by, the restaurant emitting an enticing aroma.

Ryan was scared the restaurant owners or Security guards would chase him away, so he trailed behind the man. His shirt was tapping the man's suit.

The old man turned to look at him.

“I'm sorry sir, I don't mean to dirty your clothes.” He said.

The man smirks at him before pointing towards an empty chair.

They both sat down.

The old man ordered the restaurant server to come over after glancing through the menu on the table.

He ordered two plates of macaroni and cheese.

Ryan's eyes were roaming around the restaurant, he looked at how amazing it was and how the people were eating their food.

He looked at the server, till she was nowhere to be found again.

“Do you like her, you can have enough with just a fingertips.” the old man said.

He looked at the man in surprise, but he was still thinking of the food.

“How did you get the mark on your body?” The man asked, referring to the birthmark

Ryan looks at it, before answering him.

“I was born with it.”

“What about the necklace?” he asked again.

“My uncle told me it was given to me by my parents.” He retorted.

The server brought the food and placed it in front of them.

Ryan looked at the old man who was smiling at him and turned to look at the female server, who swayed past the old man.

“You can eat.” The man said.

He quickly devoured the meal before the old man could even take a spoon from his meal.

“You look hungry.” the man said.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes,” Ryan nodded intermittently.

The old man ordered the restaurant server to bring more for Ryan.

“So tell me, what are your names?”

“My name is Ryan Baker,” Ryan said.

“I am Joseph Henderson.”

“So, Where is your uncle and your parents?” the man asked.

Ryan's gaze was fixated on the food in front of the man. He stared around for a while waiting for the server to bring the food but there was no sign of her coming.

“My uncle died two weeks ago,” Ryan said with his face filled with worries.

“And I didn't know anything about my parents, I was raised by my Uncle Mitchell.”

“Sorry for your loss.” the old man said.

The man brought out a necklace that looked the same as that of Ryan's necklace.

“This necklace was made in two, one was given to a man called Fred Baker and the second one for his wife Rebecca Baker.” He continues.

“And they had a son, called……