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Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 151. Moving away.
I blink at the sight in front of me, positively feeling nauseated from the sudden turn of events.Two men, dressed in suits and large in stature, wrestle one spitfire of a Talon to the ground. Next to him on the ground, moved a safe distance away, is his pistol. And considering how I’m still alive and uninjured, it seems like he had not fired the gun at any point. I am pretty sure all my senses were just compromised mere minutes ago and I would not trust anything I heard.“Let go of me!” Talon screams from the ground, snapping me out of the shock-induced trance I was in. “Who do you think you are?! Let me fucking go or I’ll kill you all before I kill that bastard!”“In that case,” a smooth voice comes from my left, “I think it’s in our best interest to actually keep you detained.”My head whips at that voice so hard that I nearly strain my neck. When I see the owner of the vice, I cannot believe my eyes.How on earth…?!“Mister…Mr. Collins?!”Aaron Collins stands at the entrance to th
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 152. Good care.
“Look, Mr. Collins,” I tell the man, turning to him as soon as he appears from the alley. The few excruciating moments that he spent talking to my would’ve-been-murderer in the dark alley while I stood on the sidewalk had been torture as I wondered what the heck was happening and what he was saying to him. “I’m really grateful for you for being here tonight, God knows what would’ve happened if you didn’t interrupt Talon, but I don’t really want to be embroidered into yet another murder investigation. I’ve got far too many dealings with the police already, and if I have yet another case with my name roped into it, they’re going to look at me like I’m the problem rather than the other way around!”“Far too many dealings with the police?” muses Mr. Collins, looking amused at my tirade, “that’s a strange claim, one that I never did expect from one like you. Care to elaborate?”I narrow my eyes at that, “one like me?”“Of course. You don’t look like the type to get caught in things that ar
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 153. Tipping
I refuse Mr. Collin’s offer to drive me home, but the thought of this man knowing where I live did not sit right with me. I already feel bad enough that I’m leaving Talon with him. And for some reason when his bodyguards are taking Talon away, he looks like he’s drunk.Peculiar, and I feel like if I think too much about it, I’m going to feel like the villain in this scenario.“Well, that concludes this interaction of ours then,” says Mr. Collins, clearly ready to leave, “I hope the next time we meet, Mr. Greyson, the circumstances wouldn’t be as dire.”“I hope so as well, Mr. Collins,” I reply amicably because no matter what my illogical reactions say, the man did save my life tonight. “I’m in your debt.”“Nonsense, so. There is no debt between us,” he waves me off as he turns to walk towards where his bodyguards took Talon, “Go home, Mr. Greyson, and have a good night. Maybe try to forget what happened tonight, I think that will serve you well in the long run.”I feel the chill in th
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 154. Let me handle
“And why exactly do you think I can’t handle it?” I ask him, feeling my own anger surface. “I’ve handled everything that’s thrown my way until now, why would this be different?”Gerald looks like he’s gearing up for a fight, “well, for one, you’re rushing into this with no plan in place.”“I do have a plan! It’s just flexible enough to be adapted to the way the situation demands it,” I reply, trying not to give in to the sudden urge to shout. I feel extremely volatile like I’m a time bomb one tick away from being blown up.And maybe on a subconscious level, I know the reason for this.I will be the first to admit that I didn’t get enough sleep last night, and I am still very affected by the incident last night. I had a gun shoved at my face, and if Aaron Collins had not intervened, I would’ve…well, I would’ve died.And then there would be no Coraline, no Astra Development or boys named Lemon, no Zelt Tech or no Gerald, no trying to struggle a demanding job all while going to college,
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 155. Jerk
I storm out of the house after that without even letting Gerald reply, and as soon as I step out into the fresh air of the garden, I immediately feel like an utter asshole for saying what I did to Gerald.Whenever we try to bring up the subject of romance or partners around Gerald, he looks so extremely sad. None of us knows what happened to make him feel that way, and the man is yet to tell us anything about it. All we know is that Gerald is currently single, and there isn’t evidence on his ring finger that would state he ever wore a ring, like a pale line against his tan. While that’s not a realistic way to decide if a person had been married or not, it’s not like we know anything about Gerald’s mysterious past to ascertain it otherwise.It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to realize the man had been burned by love so thoroughly that even mentioning it brings him physical discomfort.And I’d gone and shoved it on his face just to make a point. And to Gerald, who I considered to be mo
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 156. Meeting the CEO
“Hi, good morning, my name is Jace Greyson, and I have an appointment with Mr. Cal Greene,” I tell the receptionist of Astra Development main building in the most confident voice I could muster, smiling broadly afterward. The receptionist blinks at me, twice in rapid succession and I wonder if I’m overdoing it.“Of course, Mr. Greyson, please give me a moment,” she replies politely with a smile and quickly begins to tap away on the keyboard in front of her.Only then do I notice how agitated I am. I feel like I’m buzzing with energy, and not the good sort of energy, as I wait impatiently for her to finish searching through whatever database or notes she has for my name, all the while wondering ‘why the heck is it taking so long?’I feel like I want to take a long run rather than go and speak with a shady businessman, or even get away to Adrenaline Rush and go a few rounds in the ring or with a punching bag.“Mr. Greyson, you have a conference slot Mr. Greene that will open in ten minu
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 157. The choice is yours.
The CEO looks pale, and if that isn’t him giving everything away, I don’t know what is. I honestly thought a man receding to underhanded techniques to get what he wanted would be cleverer in dealing with things like this.“You’re bluffing,” he says, and I nearly roll my eyes.“And you’re not doing anything to hide your connection to the crimes I accused you of,” I point out.The CEO reddens, but trying to still salvage the situation, he scoffs, “crime? There’s no crime here, there’s nothing here! You’re spewing out lies trying to jeopardize our operation as well as our reputation as a benevolent company,” then he springs up from his chair and points an accusing finger at me, “You know what I think is happening here? I think you’re trying to create problems with me because of your father!”I blink at him, slowly, “pardon?”“One of your father’s companies is the leading establishment for land development in Clandestine city, and everyone knows about Greyson’s plan to conquer the city on
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 158. An apology.
“It worked!” I crow to Laurent as soon as I dash into the car, startling the driver into dropping his phone. The video he had been watching plays mindlessly from the phone as Laurent tries to catch his breath.“Good god, kid, warn a guy the next time,” Laurent wheezes as he fishes the phone out of the floor to pause the video.I smile at him sheepishly, “yeah, sorry for that. But it worked! It really worked!”“You mean to tell me that you managed to convince the CEO to stop pestering Miss. Granger’s parents?” Laurent questions, and I nod so hard that my neck starts to hurt, but I don’t really care about it because I feel so damn energetic, more so than I did when I was entering the building. And this energy is different from the last time as well because now I’m happy instead of agitated.“Yes. Mr. Cal Greene is not going to be sending his henchmen to the Granger property any longer,” I declare, “and if he does break the promise, he’s going to see what I really can do, because the idi
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261. Supernatural?
“Oh, fuck!” I let out as I spring away from where I’d been lying with my head on Estelle’s lap. “Holy shit, I’m normal! I’m normal!”I pat at my body, and sure enough, it’s two-legged, hairless, and my hands are actually my hands! With fingers and pink skin, with only some fine hair on my forearms, and no black fur in sight!I immediately look behind me, and nearly cry in relief when I see that I have a normal, human posterior, not one with a tail.And to my surprise, my clothes are still intact though I had ripped them when I had turned into a dog, but they were still here. Thank God, because I did not fancy getting naked for the second time today.“I did not think that would happen,” Estelle comments, and I turn to her. She doesn’t look too shocked at my reappearance as a human. She stands up from where she had been sitting, brushing off her pants as if on habit before turning to me with a smile, “Well, it’s a good thing I didn’t call that hospital.”I stare at her for a moment, won
260. Scream
I cower near the toilet, scared out of my fricking mind as the door opens, hoping to everything holy that she would not freak out, which is stupid considering who would not freak out when they see an animal in a room where they initially left a human in?But to my utter surprise, when Estelle opens the door, she does not scream or throw anything at me.Instead, she blinks.Once.Twice.And then she opens her mouth to say, “Oh.”I blink at her. What did she mean oh? There’s a fricking dog creature in her bathroom and no sign of a human, the human that came to her house naked in the middle of the rain! Why does she look so calm and curious? Why is she looking at me like this was every other Tuesday in her life? I feel so confused that a whine falls from my throat, and that seems to snap her out of her contemplative stare.“I didn’t realize that you were one of them,” she tells me in a confused tone, brows furrowed, “I mean, it’s not like I’m new to this, I should’ve been able to smell y
259. Coming in
I felt different.It was like everything that made me myself, my personality, my conscience, my thinking, and my control over my body, had been plucked out of the said body and then put into a small box somewhere in my mind. I didn’t have any control of my body, although I could feel my body, but then I could not actually feel like I did every day. No, it felt like it wasn’t my body, but then it felt like my body, but not my body again…I didn’t know what to make out of this. My head hurt, and I felt like my breathing capacity had increased and my legs had shortened, and I couldn’t stand up regardless of my somewhat dubious control I tried to open my mouth to talk but couldn’t do that either.And my visions feel weird, everything feels lower than it did before whatever happened to me happened, and the pictures flitting through my eyes seem far more intense than normal. I can hear so many noises as well, the fill of water in the tank somewhere, the sloshing of liquid in the septic tank
258. Get out.
“Okay, so this is going to sound utterly unbelievable at first,” I say, “but bear with me, okay? This really happening and I am not lying, not one bit.”Estelle raises a brow at me. “Okay, normally, if someone tries to defend themselves that much, I might get a little suspicious, but then again what happened to your girlfriend made it to the news and I would never have thought anything like that taking place outside movies or books so I’m going to let you tell your story and pass judgment afterward.”“Fair. To be honest, I don’t even know if I should tell you all this considering there’s still an active investigation happening,” not that the active investigation was doing anything to help. You would think that after being one of the centerpieces of a murder and kidnapping investigation you would be questioned by authorities daily and at least be sent to jail once, but so far, we were only hearing crickets from the police side. It felt like they were truly living under the impression t
257. Ex
Estele sighs, running her fingers through her hair.“I honestly don’t know at this point,” she says, “I’ve never really given any serious thought about this. I knew from the start that I was going to be very careful when having sex with people and was always prepared up until yesterday. And like I told you, I’m not the one for hookups and one-night stands. I love relationships, and I’d gotten out of one just mere months ago and still am not over it, not really.”“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I wince, wondering how two similar people like us could’ve done the same mistake, “was it a bad breakup? I didn’t bring back any memories or something, did I?”Estelle gives out a snort of laughter at that.“No, dude, I can’t even remember the hookup so nothing like that happened,” she reminds me, “and it wasn’t a messy breakup per se. I just…we fell out of love, you see. I never thought that would happen in a relationship. We had been dating for like two years now, and I honestly thought that the next step
256. Good news
After spending quite some time rifling through her wardrobe, Estelle comes downstairs to where I’m sitting on one of her mauve-colored couches with a fluffy blanket wrapped around my frame, holding some clothes.“Good news,” she grins at me, “there are some clothes one of my friends left here after staying the night, and she is about your size. So, if you don’t have an issue with pink,” she hands me the large pink t-shirt she’s got bundled in her hand with a wry quirk to her lips, “and basketball shorts,” she hands me bright red basketball shorts, “then these are yours.”I squint at the combination and comment, “You know, I don’t mean any offense, but who on earth wears this combo even to bed?” The t-shirt is fuchsia with cute, squiggly sheep jumping over a bright green patch of grass. It is truly an assault on the senses, and the less said about the shorts the better.Estelle snorts, “She’s a bit into the eclectic side of fashion. You want me to try and find something else?”“Oh, no,
255. Brain Injury
“Follow me,” I’m being instructed as soon as I enter the quaint little house through the doors. I take a brief look around, my newly deepened senses getting acquainted with the new surroundings I’ve found myself in, and there's nothing to complain about. The lavender and cream scent that emanated from Estelle permeated every available surface of the house and then some, along with the intermingling scents of the cut flowers artistically arranged in various cute vases on almost every available flat surface, one vase each, and the smell of firewood burning in the fireplace. The wallpapers are mauve themes, the skirtings are white, and the floor is made of polished hardwood, and the house lighting is ambient. There is a window seat near the large window I failed to see from the outside, and the wall next to the window is covered with a bookrack. I squint at the old-looking books, trying to see if there are any names on the spines. Some have names, but a lot of them are nameless.Interest
254. Cover
I try to see if there are any materials lying around in what seems to be the backyard of the house, but there are only flowering plants and herbs, neatly grown in flowerbeds and growing heartily, all over the yard. It’s not fenced or gated, and while to me that looks like a bad move security-wise, I guess the residents of this quaint little house do not think so.It’s actually a cottage, by the looks of it, and extremely old-fashioned at that. Blue in color, freshly painted, with white windows and doors, as well as a black tiled roof that had an opening for a chimney.Smoke is coming out of the chimney, and the glow of evening lights emanates from behind the white curtains that had been put behind the windows. It looks homely, and surely someone living in a home like this would not turn away someone needing help, would they?I desperately wish I had something to cover myself, but sadly there is not, so I try to use my hand. Never have I felt this humiliated by a circumstance, and I h
253. Woods
There's something wet on my face. That is the first thing that registers in my mind when I start to gain consciousness from the sea of darkness that my being had been submerged in. The wetness is cold, cold enough to shock me into the real world from wherever it was I had been before, where darkness was a constant. The second thing I register is pain. It's the kind of pain that you would expect to overtake your body after extensive surgery done by some amateur medical professional after a rather terrifying car accident. I feel like I'm cut up and being sewn off raw, with needles pricking onto my skin from everywhere all at once. The wetness starts to increase, and soon enough through the pain, I realize that this had got to be water. What kind of water, I'm not sure. But judging by the force of the icy drops colliding with my skin, I feel like it's rain. Why am I being drenched by rain? Why do I feel so hurt? What's going on? I do not know, but I have been through enough harrowin
