Jace the centibillion heir

Chapter 3

Did the caller take him for an idiot? He knew he was an orphan. How the hell would someone call and tell him it was about his father?

"Young master, are you still there?" The person asked after noticing the sudden quietness.

"Yes, I am." Jace said coldly.

"Please let's meet and talk. I have a lot to tell you."

After the person's explanation, just one thing came to Jace's head. The caller was surely a defrauder who tried to rip him off of his money. The funny thing was he didn't even have a penny with him. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't take anything from him.

He decided to give a shot at the man's request. He told him where he was.

"Okay, young master. Let's meet at St Graven Hotel." The caller said.

"Did you just say S-St Graven Hotel?" Jace shivered just from hearing the location.

St Graven Hotel was one of the most luxurious and expensive hotels in the city of Madrid. Apart from its beauty, it belonged to Mrs. Vanessa Morgan, his mother-in-law's friend. He wondered why in all the places around, the caller decided for them to meet only there. What if all this was a trick to ridicule him for talking down on Daryl a while ago? He thought.

"Yes, young master. I'll be waiting for you in front of the hotel." The caller said before disconnecting the call.

Though Jace was afraid of what was happening, he still decided to give it a try. After all, humiliation was now part of his life. That said, he grabbed his tattered long-sleeve shirt which served as an enclosure against the cold, and started walking.

Where he was to the hotel was a ten-minute walk. He gradually walked till he arrived at the hotel. Everything about the hotel screamed wealth. When he arrived, he patiently waited for some minutes, till a Rolls-Royce Phantom made its entry.

A man dressed in suit walked out of the car. He was putting on a grey three-piece suit, and his silky black hair was styled all behind. He was in his middle age. He scanned the area and spotted Jace in the corner, he waved his hands at him.

Jace pointed at himself while looking at the old man to be sure he was talking about him. The middle-aged man nodded his head in response and Jace started walking toward him.

When he was almost there, a security guard stood in between the two, facing the middle-aged man. "Is this man trying to beg from you?" The security guard asked. 

"No, he is with me." The middle-aged man said. The security gave Jace a deadly glare. All his clothes put together didn't equate up to 20$ and he found himself in a hotel where a plate of food was roughly sold for 10,000 bucks. If not to beg what was he doing there?

"Are you sure? I know reckless being like him. Instead of working hard for their money, they prefer to hang out close to important structures so they can beg from people who work their a$$ out to make money." The security said.

"I said he is with me. Do you want to liberate the way for us, or you prefer I report you to the authorities? You don't want to lose your job, right?" The man threatened.

"No, Sir. I'm very sorry." The security left the door, giving access to the man and Jace.

Jace walked behind The man, observing every movement of his. They both took a seat and he cleared his throat; "I'm so sorry for what happened out there. I promise it ain't going to repeat itself." he said.

Jace seemed not to be touched by that, he was already used to everyone scolding at him.

"Pardon me for my bad manners, I'm Corry Salmon, your father's assistant. I was assigned Twenty-fours years ago to search for you. After toying all the streets of Spain, we found no trace of you. I'm glad you are here. I'm sure your father would be very glad to see you." Corry said.

Jace wore a surprised face, "Who is this father you are talking about?"

"We will meet him immediately after we are done here. He is a billionaire and you are his sole heir." Corry exclaimed.

"What, billionaire?" Jace's face widened in shock, he couldn't believe what he heard. The son of a billionaire?

"Are you sure you are talking with the exact person?" Jace demanded again.

"Yes, Young master. You are indeed the young man we have been looking for all this while. You are your father's copy as you both look alike." Corry said with a lot of certainty.

This couldn't be happening. Was this a dream come true? A while ago he regretted being a poor person and now he discovers he has a father and he was his sole heir.

"How did you find me?" Jace questioned.

"That isn't important, young master. The most important thing here is the fact we found you. Please accompany me to see your father. He would be dying to lay his eyes on you after a long time." 

They both walked out of the hotel after they were done sipping their drinks. A man dressed in a suit walked out of the car and opened the door for them. He rounded the car and entered in the driver's seat and roared the car to life.

Jace was astonished by all that was going on around him. If his so-called father's assistance was able to own a Rolls-Royce to himself and a personal driver that means he was a big shot.

The ride was a quiet one. It was so quiet that you could even slice it with a knife. Though Corry deeply wanted to know what happened in Jace's life in the last Twenty-four years, he opted to give him some space. Already it was not easy for him.

He appeared from nowhere and told him he was the heir to a billionaire which must be difficult for him to accept for now.