Jeremy Waltz: A Billionaire Incognito

Chapter 7

A week later...

Jeremy lay on a surgical table with a well equipped doctor carefully carving out his face in front of a window that has a netted cotton blocking the sun from fully illuminating the house.

Few Days Later...

Jeremy stood in front of a red hot plate of metal that's still being heated under a grill.

He took a quick stare at his palms and then placed them both of the fury hot metal plate.

All the veins in his arm simultaneously popped out, with an outburst of sweat on his forehead. He started quivering in the following seconds then a loud violent scream broke loose from his lips.

3 Days Later...

The morning sun shun through Jeremy's bedroom window. He immediately sat up on the bed shaking sleepiness off him.

Then he stood up and walked towards the mirror in the room.

On it he saw the reflection of the new Jeremy, much younger and much more handsome.

The surgery has made him looked like a 22 years old, all part of Mr Guerrero's plan.

A Few Weeks later...

Jeremy sat on the couch of the wooden bungalow with a remote in his hand, watching TV.

Suddenly the loud whirring wings of an helicopter overwhelmed the place causing a noise hazard.

Jeremy immediately went outside to see and met Mr Guerrero and a fierce looking young woman at the door. She wore a fit lady suit and no smiles.

Jeremy welcomed them in and joined them on the couch, while the lady stood at ease beside them.

"Where's the doctor?" Mr Guerrero questioned.

"He's taking a drive to the city."

"He did a fine job on your face, Aiden," he complimented. "Let me see your hands."

Jeremy opened his two palms wide at his old man, every trace of a fingerprint was gone. His palm were plain with a few healed injuries.

"Good." Mr Guerrero handed an envelope to him, "This is your passport, Mr. Fisher."

"Right now you're a ghost. The only thing on your record is your highschool experience which I had fabricated," the old man told. "With ya highschool sorted, you have 36 months to build an identity around your new name, an address, neighbors, friends. Leave the documents to me."

"What exactly am I supposed to be doing in the 36 months?"

"Plotting revenge. Your grandfather gave everyone of his 3 kids one sector of the family business to manage. He handed me real estate, the most prosperous of them. I don't know if it was envy, but someone on the inside killed your mother and separated our family in an attempt to get rid of me."

Mr Guerrero placed his legs on the center table and rested backwards, "You'd investigate and we'd reciprocate."

"When you say reciprocate, what exactly do you mean?" Aiden asked for clarity.

"We'd ripped out their sector of the family business. I swear on my father's grave, before I die, I'd make sure you run all three sectors of the family business independently if any of my siblings were involved in this conspiracy."

Aiden's head expanded in excitement like it was about to explode, he was looking at a trillion dollar empire.

"What's the plan?" He finally got ahold of himself and asked with visible joy on his face even though he was screaming on the inside.

"You'd betray me... For them."

Aiden was wide-eyed, "How?"

"In the meantime," his old man stood up and placed his credit card on the center table. "Here's my credit card, have fun with it. And try to have fun doing the mission," he walked to him and cupped his face with both palms. "Welcome home, son."

He then headed for the door.

"Dad," Aiden called out as he twisted the handle to leave. "What about the mission? The plan?"

Mr Guerrero turned to him, "We're not in an hurry. Feel at home, boy. And remember, nothing too luxurious. Don't attract attention."

He opened the door and left the room followed closely by his secretary who has the frown of a bodyguard.