Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWELVE

RICHARD’S POV

I stepped into the house, already smelling something delicious. Amelia was in the kitchen, her back to me, humming softly while stirring something in a pot. The sound of home. Peace. After the kind of day I’d had, this was exactly what I needed.

“Something smells amazing,” I said, walking up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist.

She laughed softly, leaning back into me. “It’s just pasta. Nothing special.”

“Pasta is always special when you make it,” I murmured against her neck, breathing in her scent.

Before she could respond, my phone rang. I sighed, pulling it from my pocket. I didn’t recognize the number, but something told me to answer it.

“Richard,” I answered, already annoyed.

“Sir, there’s a fire at your father’s company!” a panicked voice said from the other end.

I froze. A fire?

“What the hell did you just say?” I asked, my voice low and dangerous.

“There’s a fire, sir! The firefighters are on their way, but it’s spreading fast!”

I didn’t even respond. I