Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir

107. The Summer Ends

Life returns to its normal state, more or less, after that.

My replacement at Zelt Tech leaves for his own position rather than splitting his time between the two companies, thankful that I’ve returned sooner than he expected. I swear I do not know what my father was thinking, trying to make that poor man have the workload from two jobs, it’s a miracle he didn’t quit. But Gerald says the man owes my father a favor, and this was his chance of repaying it.

“You do know you sound like some kind of mafia don when you talk like that, don’t you?” I notify my newly re-instated boss when I return to my old office, placing my belongings on the desk where they belong, who gives me a coy little look in return.

My eyes widen as my blood runs cold, “please don’t tell me my father has ties to the mafia.”

“Your father does not have ties for the mafia,” Gerald parrots dutifully, and turns to leave the office, “have a nice day, Mr. Greyson. It’s good to have you back.”

“Wait, Gerald, tell me you’re pu