Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir

150. Today is my last day.

I try to keep my gaze on the entrance, trying to see if the guy stalking me would come in. Because I don’t want to make anyone in the shop suspicious of my own behavior, I pick up some knick-knacks from the shelves, a bottle of water, a bag of chips, and a small packet of gummies into a basket just to show that I’m not a shoplifter or anything.

So far so good, I think as I circle the aisles again and see no clue of someone suspicious coming in. I feel the pressure in my chest ease, and the phone shows me I’ve been in the convenience store for like fifteen minutes. So, I make my way to the cashier and pay for everything I bought.

Stepping out of the convenience store, I look around to see if there were suspicious figures hiding behind trash cans spying on me or something. When the survey comes up satisfactory i.e., devoid of any stalker-like figures, I let out the breath I was holding.

Well, that was close. Serves me right for forgetting one of the most dangerous threats out there righ