I Am A Multibillionaire Dad

16

The girl raises her head, her face is red from a few scratches and perhaps from embarrassment.

“Weston?” She mutters.

“It's really you!” Weston mutters.

“Hey, man, I get she's your chick but you gotta give honour to whom honour is due,” one of the guys says.

Weston glances at them. “Who are you guys?”

“Last night…or is it this morning? Whatever. You saw our Commander…remember?” The grinning guy asks.

“Geez. Does he have no shame? He told you guys about it?” Weston shakes his head. “If I were him, I wouldn't want anyone to hear about it even by mistake.”

The grinning guy grabs Weston by the collar. “You have a death wish?”

“Imma show you who have a death wish if you don't take your hand off my shirt,” Weston says. He looks the guy straight in the eyes.

“Guys, deal with that bitch,” the grinning guy says. “Let's show him a bit of what we are. Seems…” his glare on Weston turns cold. “He doesn't know we aren't Achievers by name alone.”

Immediately, the other three guys grab the girl on the floor.

“Let go of my shirt while I'm still being nice,” Weston says.

“Your harshness is where my nice starts from.”

The words has barely gone out of his lips when Weston pushes the guy, sends a punch in the idiot’s jaw before sending sprawling on the ground with a kick.

He grabs two guys’ shirts, holds them by the neck and hit their heads against each other. He sends a kick backward at the other guy behind him.

Two minutes later, Weston dust off imaginary dust off his shirt. He holds out his hand to the girl on the ground. She grabs it and gets on her feet. The guys are groaning and cussing Weston out on the ground.

Of course, that is all they can do. All those spoilt silly brats who gets into cult and become shitty bullies. If they are going to act tough, they should get some damn skills.

“I want to say thank you but it makes me more embarrassed,” the girl says some seconds later.

Weston withdraw his hand from hers and thrust it in his pocket. He shrugs and continue walking.

“You seem to be doing well,” she says.

“You too.”

She lets out a loud sigh. “Can't believe I'm meeting my crush like this after all these years.”

“You're a student here?” Weston asks.

“No. Graduated from college two years ago.”

Weston stares ahead. He wants to look at her but he doesn't. He can't bring himself to read the question he's sure is in her face. “I'm a student here.”

“How…”

Weston is sure she wants to ask him why he's still in college. He can't be more grateful at the unfinished sentence.

“This is crazy…” she mutters.

“What brought you here if you're not a student.”

“I came to see my dad but his secretary says he just left to the golf course.”

“He's a lecturer here?” Weston asks.

“Yeah…um…” she clears her throat and lowers her voice, “what happened, West?”

“Lot of things.” Of course, a lot of things are bound to happen in the space of ten years. “Lot of stuff happened after you handed me that confession letter.” He glances at her and he isn't surprised to see her face heated up.

“I was hoping you wouldn't bring it up.”

“I think…” Weston pretends to search his pocket. “Did I drop it already? I use to carry the letter around with me.”

She gives him a playful punch in the shoulder.

Weston chuckles.

“You're married?” She asks some seconds later.

Married? He didn't get married to Ivy but that doesn't mean he isn't her husband…at least, they lived together for ten damn years.

“Well…I don't think I want to hear the answer to the question,” she says.

Weston glances at her. She smiles like she's trying to hide her hurt. Like hell, Weston is sure that is what is happening. It's true people rarely change.

“I won't be able to sleep tonight if I don't pay back what you did for me.”

“You don't need to,” Weston says quickly. “Think of it as old times sake.”

“I hate owing people favour, West,” she says.

“Well…do anything you want.”

“Looking at the way you interacted with those guys, I don't suppose you're on damn good times with them. I have…” she stretches her hand. “Your phone?”

Weston brings it out of his pocket and gives it to her.

“My dad has a friend that knows a few dark secret about the cults here. You could contact him if you want any information. Just tell him it's from me. I'll also tell him about you.” She types some numbers on his phone before handing it back to him.

“You know his number off hand? Your father's friend’s number,” Weston asks.

She shrugs. “They're kinda close and dad is somehow careless with handling phones.” She grins at a memory. “One time, he left the phone in a public restroom and didn't know he'd lost it until a week later.”

Weston chuckles.

“So, you can contact him if you want anything.” She smiles. “We could meet some other time, right?”

Weston nods. She waves at him and walks off.

Weston saves the number. He checks the time. Some minutes past ten a.m. He might miss his first day of lecture at this rate. He really doesn't need to go, but…well…going to the damn lectures won't hurt, would it?

Getting into the lecture room, Weston blames himself for stepping into the place some minutes into the boring class. Thank goodness he didn't waste his teenage years rotting away inside damn lecture rooms like this.

Looking around the class, Weston stands up and leaves. Seems the only students there are the boring ones whom their parents would beat the crap out of them if they don't bring home a first grade.

He dials the number his crush gave him earlier. The call is almost ending when there is an answer.

“Good afternoon, sir. I am Weston…”

“Yeah. I know you already.”

“Where can we meet, sir? I have a few questions to ask you.”

“I'm at the Biggies’ right now. If you can make it here within the next ten minutes, we could find the answer to you your questions.”