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Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 163. Lemon
Out of all the people to appear out of thin air and get me out of the funk I found myself in, my father was the last person on the list. Even if he made the list.But that is what happened. He fed me some passable spaghetti, and made me wash the dishes while he helped himself to some of the brandy from a bottle I’d opened, grumbling about me breaking into his prized collection even after I begrudgingly apologized, egging me on to call the university and cite reasons for my absence because apparently, they’d been trying to reach me after noticing that I had been skipping classes, but because I’d neglected all my calls whenever I saw they weren’t from Coraline and he even made sure that I called my friends so I could burrow their notes.I lied and told Mal, Louise, and Annabelle that I’d been down with the flu, and then politely turned down their offers to come to visit with food. I did not want anyone to know that I’ve been wallowing after a breakup like some teen girl in a coming-of-a
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 164. We'll be there.
I try to call Coraline from all the communications devices we have at home, and when they don’t work, burrow the ones that even the security team has.But none of the calls connect through, and the automatic voice from the other side says that Coraline’s phone is out of range or turned off. None of the texts I send gets seen, much lead read.“This is not good,” I say to Gerald, calling her number for the hundredth time, this time from a new phone I just brought from a shop. My mind races, frantic, trying not to come up with eh worst scenarios possible for the lack of contact, but I cannot torture myself that way without having the evidence to back it up, so I hold it wall at bay. But by now, my hands and voice are shaking like a young leaf in the wind, and I feel like throwing up. The light-heartedness I’d started to feel before Lemon’s call came has disappeared, gone in the wind. Now only dread remains, and it makes my blood run colder with every failed attempt to get in touch with t
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 165. Quietly
If it’s any other time, I would be mortified at having left the house in nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants with a pair of cracks on my feet. I don’t even feel the chill in the evening as I rush towards the car my father had decided to drive rather than use a driver until Gerald comes behind me, looking utterly exasperated with it all while looking worried, which results in a strange expression overall.“Jace, for the love of God take your wallet and your phone! What if Coraline tries to contact you out of wherever she is? Also, wear these socks, we don’t want you ending up sick on top of it all!” he shoves everything he’d just named at my hands, huffing under his breath about stupid friends and their kids as he rushed past me.“Right, sorry,” I reply quietly, feeling emotions swell within me, and follow him to the car Gerald gets in the passenger seat next to my father rather than me like usual, but this time I’m thankful for that, because there are currently tears runn
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 166. Back in time.
“When was the last time either of you saw her?” I ask Mr. and Mrs. Granger, sitting around their dinner table. The sense of déjà vu strikes me again, and I’m reminded of the last time we’d been here, at the dinner which changed the course of our lives. Before the dinner, Coraline and I didn’t have the problems that eventually drove us apart. But after that, I got obsessed with Astra Development and its harassment. This was our cracking point.And we haven’t even been that long still. So, yes, I could understand where Coraline had been coming from before. It was so early in the relationship, but I was already sneaking around and breaking her trust. Now when it’s too late, I understand how that must’ve affected her as much as it did.If only I could just go back in time to fix it all, maybe Coraline would still be here.“This morning,” answers Mrs. Granger, “she was…not as upset as she was in the last two days, but she still had an air of melancholy to her.” I swallow the apologies lodg
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 167. Hell you are?
We call the police precinct that is in charge of our stalker case because although none of us dares to voice it, we all have that concern ringing in our heads. Also, none of us trust the Grangers’ home precinct after what happened with the whole Astra Development case.When I explain the suspicions we have surrounding her disappearance, the police officers are understandably distraught. They immediately patch us through to the detective who is still in charge of our case, one Hank Reverend. The call is in speaker, so everyone in the dining room could hear what the detective has to say.“What happened? Tell me everything from the start to the finish,” the detective demands as soon as the phone line connects.“Look, I wasn’t there when it happened, none of us were. Coraline had been missing since this afternoon.” I reply, “she’s not taking any calls, and she’s not answering any texts. When we try to call her, we get the response that her line is dead.”“It’s too early to file a missing
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 168. No control
“Jeez, stop shouting, it's not like that.” Lemon hisses, looking around with panic clear in his eyes, “I’m not some kind of criminal I promise you!”“Well, I’m sorry but I don’t think you’re not doing much to make me trust anything that’s coming out of your mouth now,” I try to put a lid on the anger, knowing that the anger, “what’s your deal, Lemon? Why are you so afraid of the authorities knowing about your location?”“It’s not the authorities I’m worried about.” Lemon replies, showing his hand into his hair and fisting it in frustration, “it's the people who can access that information I’m worried about.”This only manages to anger and confuse me even further, “who the hell else can access protected police information other than the police?”“Someone with half-decent knowledge in hacking,” he provides, tone sarcastic, “and those people could be found for the right amount of money on the internet.”“Would you stop talking in freakin riddles and tell me who the hell is after you?” I
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 169. Shutter
I hear footsteps coming from the stairs and Lemon’s expression stutters.“So now you know, I’ve got nothing to do with this case. If I give my name to the police, there is a possibility that my family would find me, and I don’t want that to happen. I left New York because a friend told me that someone had the bright idea of putting my picture on social media with the name of the bar I worked at. I had no plan at all coming here,” he says quickly, “but you guys took me in, and became my friends. That’s…that’s amazing. I never had anyone trust me so much before, especially when they had all the reasons to distrust someone, they barely knew suddenly barging into their lives with no warning whatsoever! And rest assured I’m not going to break that trust. I’m going to do whatever I can to help you find Coraline, and if that means jeopardizing my location, then so be it.”He turns on his heel and leaves the room as the Grangers return to it, dressed to travel to the police station in demure
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 170. Blame
“Yeah, this is not junk mail,” Detective Hank Reverend mutters, opening the email. There’s no subject in it, but there’s a blue-colored link in the description section. Just that, without any sort of explanation whatsoever.“It looks like the sort of thing someone would do to give you a virus,” says Lemon, looking over the detective’s shoulder. The officers look at him, and he elaborates, “You know, whenever warning posts go all over social media telling us not to click any links we get in emails or messages under no names or numbers we don’t recognize?”One officer, Dale I believe, glances at the detective and asks, “Should we send this to the cyber unit?”“Not yet. I think we should click it first,” the detective decides, “but I’m going to screen record, and someone needs to record this.”“You mean screen record and manual record both?” I question, knowing fully that I’m going to lose that phone after this definitely.“Yeah.” I scramble behind him, taking the phone that Gerald hands
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