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Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 221. Wilkens
As if someone had played pause on the outside world as soon as the two men in black appeared, because the moment they get into the car, reverses out, turn, moves in the opposite direction, and disappears at the end of the road, Gerald, Lemon, and Mal all come running towards me.“Jace!” Lemon calls out as soon as he sees me, and I jump, whipping my whole body toward where his voice had come from.I blink at the three frantic-looking men before asking, “Did you just see that?”“See what?” Gerald questions, “You ran out of the building, and we followed you here only to see you gawking at the road like it personally wronged you and had the audacity to deny it.”“You didn’t see the car and the two guys who looked like they walked out of a Men in Black set?!” I demand, “Also if you had been following me after I exited the building, what took you so long to get here?”“Too long? It’s barely been a minute!” Mal exclaims, “Look, man, are you alright? You’re acting much too weird.”“Is it the
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 222. Funeral
The funeral arrives faster than I imagined it would.I did not go to the hospital to witness Coraline being killed. That’s what it was to me, regardless of the fact that she’d already been dead. Her heart flatlines, and according to Gerald and Lemon who had been there for the event while I had traveled to the CCPD to give my statement and answer all their questions regarding how much I wanted to strangle each and every one of them, her parents had wailed. The whole hospital seemed to have gone into shock at it.And I had been too much of a coward to witness it. Instead, I glared across the table at Hank Reverend, focusing all my hate on him even though he was the only one in the CCPD to give a shit about what happened to us. He apologized profusely for not being there, but I could not forgive them. I could not be the one to forgive them, because the crimes had not been committed against me. The victim had been Coraline, and now she was dead. It didn’t matter how sorry they were, nothi
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 223. Pay for it.
The slap does come as a surprise, no matter how much I think I deserve it. Everyone gathered around the grave stares at us, and I feel like I want the ground to break and swallow me. Gerald, Lemon, Mal, Clara, and Erikkson stand at a side, taking the whole scene with wide eyes. I had not actually spoken with any of them. Mal had come to take his devices back to his place and tried to talk to me, but I couldn’t answer. Gerald came regularly and left me food, but I couldn’t even touch them. I honestly did not know how I managed to stay without food for this long, all while feeling gnawing hunger in my stomach, but somehow, I had managed. I couldn’t even think of doing anything to my body without feeling the overwhelming guilt transformation, not nausea.I knew distantly that I was going to need therapy for this soon, that I was internalizing the guilt and it would be wrecking my life, but at the moment I felt like I so deserved it, and even the thought of getting help made me want to ge
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 224. Ghost
Because the main suspect of the crime committed against Coraline was still on the loose, there wasn't an actual way to continue with the court proceedings unless the cops pulled a case against me for obstruction of justice or something. And given how I’d acted before, I had expected this to happen, but for some reason, it didn’t. Perhaps it was my father, or maybe it was Hank Reverend’s doing. I honestly didn’t know much about the legal procedure for a case as convoluted as ours, and regardless of how much Erikkson tried to explain it to me, I didn’t have the patience to listen to it at that moment, which now I regretted.Of course, the Grangers didn’t file a case against me for me going to rescue their daughter like some vigilante, and so they didn’t have much of a way to get me to court in that manner either. And I guess going after a kidnapped person on your own is not a crime, but rather an act of bravery.Or someone paid the police off in my favor this time, Gerald refused to tel
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 225. Anabelle
Anabelle immediately comes barreling over to me and nearly pushes me on the ground with the strength behind her tackle. I can’t help but let out an ‘oof!’ at that and put all my strength to not fall. Anabelle might be small, but she is deceptively strong.“Jesus fucking Christ, you asshole,” she punches my chest as soon as she lets go of me from that bone-crushing hug, “what the actual hell happened to you, Jace. I call Mal and he tells me that your girlfriend had been kidnapped and now she’s dead and some murdering bastard killed her right in front of you so please tell me that he’s pulling my fricking leg here because dear god, I can’t even imagine…”“It’s all true, I’m afraid, Anabelle,” I try to give her a watery smile, “a lot of things happened, and in the end, she’s gone.”Her eyes start to shine, and she whispers, “Oh, Jace, I am so very sorry.”We embrace again, and I feel a pang in my chest because her hug reminds me of Coraline’s, although Annabelle as a person is not at all
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 226. Few days
I got a few days of respite where I could at least pretend that I was just another normal college student coming out of tragedy, and during those days I admit I got a little comfortable in that role. Gerald told me that he wouldn’t ask me to come back to work until I had plenty of time to settle myself and he knew that working in the same space I shared with Coraline all this time would be torture for me. Rick Erikkson promised that he would take care of the eco-conservationists, saying that it was the least he could do for us. And that I wouldn’t have to be involved in the court case that was about to be filed at all as I had no connection to the case, at least not on the books. I was grateful for this as well and made sure he knew that.I admit that these days of respite were not the worst, but they weren't the best either. One of the cons that came out of the situation was the sudden fondness for alcohol I felt. Pre-Clandestine city me would have been abhorred by the amount of alco
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 227. Buddy
“Mr. Greyson, good evening,” one of the black-clad men says as if he’s greeting me while in class like he wasn't clearly stalking me here with his friend.“No,” I say, “don’t you dare ‘good evening!’ me, you stalker, what the hell are you doing here?!”“There is no need to get agitated, Mr. Greyson,” Man in Black 2 says.“Sure, buddy, I got no reason to be concerned that I’m being fucking stalked by people I’ve never even met before,” I reply heatedly, thrusting a finger in their direction, “What do you want from me now? What the hell does your family want from me?”“The Wilkens family only require you to have an audience with them,” Man in Black 1 says, “just a conference. It will not even take a couple of hours.”“Yeah, I don’t think the Wilkens family send their agents to meet some random college kid in the middle of the day-““It is the evening now,” Man in Black 2 interrupts me and I glower at him for it, which he just ignores. swear these people are just so infuriating, how are
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 228. Hell
I sent Gerald a quick text saying. 'If I'm not back by nightfall and won't answer my phone, trace it.'It's bound to get him agitated, but without knowing what the Wilkens family wants from me I can't give him more information. And telling him that I was actually accepting an offer to meet up with the said family was only going to get him agitated.However, this is going to get him in quite a tizzy too, so I add, 'I'm going for a meeting.' Just in case. The men in black clothing, agents for the Wilkens family seem to notice me sending the texts but do not say anything against it which does bring me a certain degree of relief, I will not lie. If they didn't want anyone to know where they were taking me or who they were taking me to, I surely wouldn't have been allowed to keep my phone. Hell, if that's the case, I was pretty certain that they'd have just forcibly taken me in even when I said 'no' multiple times. Maybe the reason the Wilkens family wanted to see had nothing to do with
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