Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir

233. Heir

“If I were to answer that question, I need to retrace the history of the Wilkens family,” says Mr. Wilkens, “but it’s already getting late, and I have a feeling that your family would not be too keen on me keeping you here until the after hours. After all, this was meant to be a short affair. A very brief meeting of introduction if you will. But to give you a very short answer, I have found my trust in my family waning during these recent times.”

And there it is. That’s the reason. I knew that there is something sketchy about this whole gated community thing and here he was confirming it.

“May I know why you think you can’t trust them?” I inquire, and the elderly gentleman shakes his head.

“Not here, my boy. Walls are peculiar things, sometimes they may have ears,” he gives me a wink and a smirk, “we’ll schedule a later session off these grounds. Then I will be able to impart that knowledge upon you.”

“You still didn’t answer my initial question though,” I point out, I still don’t kno