Jace the centibillion heir

Chapter 8

"About the dinner issue, you are right. I will call him later and ask about his schedule. If he is free then we can grab something." Amelia said.

"What about the marriage proposal? Are you not going to give him a chance to prove his love to you?" Elizabeth took Amelia's hands in hers, her tom finger going through and fro on her backhand, "We want just the best for you. Daryl is the best you can have. You being married to him would take our family to greater heights." Mrs. Elizabeth said.

"Mom, I don't love Daryl. I only see him as a good friend, nothing more." Amelia said, trying to make her mom understand.

"What love are you talking about? How can you love someone who has no money? You don't even know how to love!" 

"Look at your surroundings, do you think I built this house with love? Look at the expensive cars, and the luxurious lifestyle we live, do you think love gave us all that? Your late grandfather was rich, your dad too was, why would your case be an exemption?" 

"Mom, you can't probably compare your case or granny's case with mine. In life there are certain things you can't control. For example, you don't choose who your heart decides to love." Amelia said plainly.

"It's your audacity for me, young girl. You better have a rethink on all that was said by your granny last night. You wouldn't want to have your granny as your enemy, right?" 

"I won't be used by granny. She only wants us to do things that pleases her, did she ever for once think about our happiness? What's the need to be married in a wealthy family without love?" 

"I think you should leave for work. We will talk later." Mrs. Elizabeth said.

Thirty minutes later, Amelia was dressed and ready to leave for the company. Stepping downstairs, she spotted Jace with a tray of fruits in his hands.

"Darling, I made some fruits, would you mind eating some before leaving? He asked with a smile plastered on his face.

"No, Jace. I'm late for work, would probably grab some on my way to work. See you later." Amelia responded politely, she walked toward the door. As her hand rested on the doorknob, she forgot something, "Oops, Jace, I forgot to let you know your prayers worked. Someone transferred five million bucks to my account this morning." Those were the last set of words she let out before closing the door behind her.

Jace held the tray of fruits in his hands and the smile which was on his face vanished away. He felt his legs were soon going to crash. Even after promising to send her money this morning. She didn't believe he was the one, rather she was attributing it to someone else. Well, if that makes her happy there's no problem. His goal was to put a smile on her face which he eventually did.

"What are you observing by the window?" Elsy said behind his back, she took some steps to take a look at what Jace was observing through the window which ended with a bright smile on his face, "Oh, you are glaring at your soon-to-be broke wife departing." She said, laughter mixed in her speech.

"What good would it be to you if her company crashes?" Jace asked pretentiously.

"What good would it be to me?" She air-coated, " Well, for the good I haven't figured it out yet, but all I can say is she wouldn't be much of a difference compared to you. Do let her know I was chosen by granny to bargain the contract." She added, looking at him like a piece of trash.

After her last statement, Jace received a call. He quickly reached into his jeans, taking out his phone in his pocket. After the phone call, he smiled at Elsy before leaving the house.

"Where are you going? Hope you aren't still on your way to beg." Elsy said, but unfortunately, he was too far to get what she said.

He found a taxi and twenty minutes later, he was dropped at Storm Jewelry and Accessories, the one company whom every fashion business would yearn to collaborate with.

While he made his entry to the reception, the security stopped him from approaching. "Did you miss your way?" The man said, looking at him with a lot of disdain.

"I'm here to see Mr. Torry Thomson." He hissed.

"Who told you creatures like you are allowed to come in here?" The man said one more time.

"Would you call on him or you prefer I take it the hard way?" Jace said, anger coursing through his lips.

The security clasped his hands, making fun of him, "You, take it the hard way? Is that how you young boys move around bearing unnecessary guts?" 

In anger, Jace spied through the glass window and saw Elsy's blue Porsche packed in the yard. She stepped out, wearing a butterscotch straight-fit gown that accentuated her beauty. Damn, his plans were on the edge of falling. He didn't want anyone to know he left the house for Storm.

Thankfully, Mr. Torry received a call that ended with him moving out of his office to get a client who was seated in the waiting room. 

"What's happening here?" Mr. Torry asked, his voice low and intimidating. He was rich, yet very modest. He treated everyone equally no matter if they were rich or not.

"This dude burst out from nowhere claiming he had a meeting with you." The security guard barked.

"Young man, do we know ourselves? Are you-" Before Mr. Torry could complete his sentence, Jace cut him shut.

"Jace Winston," he said coldly 

"You?!" Mr. Torry said surprisingly.

Mr. Torry received a call from Corry one hour ago, letting him know the new president of Storm would meet him in some minutes to come. He had no idea the young man standing in front of him with tattered clothes happened to be the new president.

"Yes, me." Jace responded.

"How come you look this way?" Mr. Torry was blown off by his clothes.

"Are you taking me in, or you prefer I call Corry?" Jace threatened.