Humble son-in-law in the day, Billionaire at night

9

“Where is the invitation to the party? He must have given you one when he invited you,” Aiden says.

“When should I come pick you?” Wesley asks, deliberately ignoring that stupid question that Aiden asked.

“That's true, Wesley, he must have given you an invitation or some sort,” Harper points out.

“Come on, girl, don't pretend as if you don't know how things work. He didn't give me an invitation of any sort.”

Harper frowns. “How is that possible?”

“Wow. So you actually have to be given an invitation to every party?” Wesley asks. “Back in the US, you don't need an invitation if it's a really special party for special people. The owner of the Vicholas group must have had my picture given to the people manning the door.”

“That's so cool,” Harper mutters.

“But, are you okay? You look so stressed.”

“I'm fine.” Harper signs. “I'm really fine.”

“You don't have to be worried. I promise everything will be okay. If I knew things were going to get out of hand like this, I wouldn't have done it.”

“It's okay,” Harper mutters.

“By the way,” Wesley says as he's about to leave. “If you don't mind, Aiden, you can come with us.”

“No way…” the rest of the words trails under Wesley's lips as Harper covered his mouth with her palm.

“Don't worry, Wesley, Aiden is coming with us.”

A bile rises from Wesley's throat seeing the physical contact between Aiden and Harper. Promising himself to make Harper his at all cost, he walks off.

****

Later that night, Aiden opens the door to the car to let Wesley and Harper out of the car.

Yeah, because of Wesley’s damn suggestions, he (Aiden) has to play the part of a damn driver just so that Harper will feel ‘comfortable’ because Wesley doesn't have any attempt of getting married to Harper.

What can be more laughable than this shit Wesley is doing?

During the day, Aiden thought about it and he came to a conclusion. He'll wait and watch Wesley make a fool of himself.

Wesley, all over the moon, links his arm with Harper. “We have to do this. The owner of the Vicholas group might be watching.”

Highly uncomfortable walking in another man's hand while Aiden is right behind her, Harper glances back to look at Aiden. He gives her a smile and mouths ‘good luck’.

Damn. She's never seen a man as cool as this guy and she doubts she ever will.

At the door, Wesley leans in and whispers some words to someone. Although Harper can't hear what they're talking about, the person looks in Aiden's direction and nods.

Few minutes later, by the car, Aiden lights a cigarette. He takes a drag. Feeling really bored, he dials a number. The person at the end answers.

“Sir…good morning…evening…good evening, sir,” the person at the other end stutters.

Aiden takes another drag. “You're inside the T & K hall right now?”

The person at the other end almost falls off his seat. “Sir, I'm sorry, sir—”

“You didn't do anything wrong,” Aiden says at the other end. “But you'll actually do something wrong in the next ten seconds if you don't do what I tell you to do.”

“I'll do it, sir. I swear I'll kill myself if you ask,” the man say, his hand trembling.

“Fool,” Aiden mutters at the other end. “Look around the room. Do you see a woman with long brown hair, short golden gown, with a beautiful face?”

The man's eyes scans the room and in a second, as if by magic, he locates the woman. “Should I send her over, sir? I can get rid of the man with her if you—”

“You're getting on my nerves,” Aiden says at the other end and the man's heart skips two beats.

“I'm sorry, sir.”

“Go up to the man and tell him you're the personal assistant of the Vicholas group and you have a message for him. When you're alone, tell him you know all he's up to with Harper and that if he doesn't come clean in the next twenty fours, he'll have his company gone.”

“I'll do that, sir…” the man is still saying when Aiden hangs up.

The man grabs the cup of wine in front of him and downs the content. It's been five years of working as Aiden's secret personal assistant in the L & T group but he'll never get used to having calls with Aiden.

No matter how many times he's heard Aiden's voice, it doesn't sound less intimidating than the first time.

The man gets on his feet and walks to the damn man that made Aiden angry.

“Can I see you for a second?” He asks the man.

The man smiles at his partner before going out of the place with Aiden's personal assistant.

“I'm Wesley—”

“Mister, I don't know you but if you believe God exists, do some hours of Thanksgiving to him tonight. You could have actually been dead if not for some damn luck,” Aiden's personal assistant tells Wesley.

“What are you talking about?” Wesley asks with a frown.

“I'm the personal assistant of the owner of the Vicholas group,” Aiden's personal assistant says even though saying it makes him feel really shorter than he actually is. Like hell, what is that dwarf company compared to the L & T group?

Wesley's face widens in shock. But Aiden's personal assistant doesn't allow him to say anything before he adds,

“I know all you are up to with Harper and I give you ten hours to come clean otherwise…phew… your company, all your assets and probably your shitty life is gone,” Aiden's personal assistant says.

He leaves the place, leaving Wesley shocked. Yeah, he's actually doing Wesley a favour because he—Aiden’s personal assistant— knows his boss. Once Aiden says twenty four hours, he can't allow half a second pass before executing it and this damn Wesley looks too dull to stick to deadlines.