2022-12-06 12:33:12
Previous Chapter
Related Chapters
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 33. Detectives.
We managed to make it to the hospital to visit the victims within visitor hours. The employees were pretty shocked, and I couldn’t fault them for that. Gomez was still in the ER, but the doctors said that he was in a medically induced coma from which he would be waking up soon, to our immense relief. I promised the employees that they will be compensated for this damage, and their hospital bills will be charged by the company. They will also be getting paid leave for however long they needed to heal. The employees were thankful for this, which made me a bit uncomfortable. I was more than aware of the inhuman nature of corporate when it came to sick leaves and wages, but Zelt Tech wasn’t like them. Well, it might have been before, but not anymore. Not as long as I had a say in it.After visiting the victims of the shootout, I get a call from Coraline.“Hey, Coraline, what’s up?”“Jace. Are you at the hospital? Gerald said that he’ll take you to visit the victims of the shootout. My god
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 34. Confession.
Telling the detective about Stone and his gang is easy because it is purely my own story to tell. I got nothing to hide in that regard. So, I go in-depth about the harassment, the prank, the assault, and the subsequent expulsion. Detective Blanco pulls a notebook from her pocket in the meantime and jots down notes from my statement, nodding her head lightly.“Do you think that Stone is somehow related to the shootout?”I shake my head. “No, of course, not. One, Stone is a bully, not a killer. He might be an asshole, but his family isn’t into such activities. They’d rather go to the media and slander you than shoot your employees.”The detective nods again. “So, who else are your enemies, Mr. Greyson? I have to admit, for someone so young you seem to have a lot.”I quirk my lips at the irony. “Not a lot. Just Stone and his gang, and this one guy who's got it out for me for a reason I cannot fathom.”“Who is this guy?”“His name is Aiden Collins,” I reply, “and honestly, much of this st
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 35. Opportunity
On Thursday, I do not have any lectures, which means that is a workday.I meet Coraline at Zelt Tech early in the morning, and we embark on our workday. Our schedule is tedious today, we need to visit external supplying stations, the factory, or chips all while working on paperwork, various reports, and attending meetings with the executive board. Executive meetings are not my favorite as I always feel like the dumbest person on the planet when I was in the company of others, more experienced and mature individuals, although I understand their necessity.I don’t feel as much of a fish out of the water as I did when I began this COO gig. Those early days were hard because I did not have the experience. I knew the theories, of course, but when it came to practice, I was basically a big baby. I did not have the opportunity to learn while being at the bottom of the corporate ladder and most people. I didn’t have the experience of working with my father from a young age.Coraline was a gre
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 36. What’s wrong?
When we leave the restaurant after our meeting, we have scored a client.“Woo hoo!” Coraline whoops while pumping a fist in the air, grinning widely, “that’s one in for team COO.”“Wait, we got a team name?” I ask, amused. We walk down the sidewalk to where our car is parked from the restaurant. There is a spring to Caroline’s step, and she looks downright radiant. It had been a while since I saw her this happy. No, scratch that, I do not think I’ve ever seen her this happy.And it looks really, really good on her.“Hell yeah, we got a team name. We make a good team, and good teams need team names,” she replies in a no-nonsense tone, and I can’t help but smile.“I think I agree with the sentiment,” I shoved my hands into my pockets, letting myself relax, “Gerald is going to be pleased. Finally, some good news.”“Yep.”We walked a few yards in silence, enjoying the cool air of the night and the moving vehicles. Distantly, music was playing from another restaurant that was fancier than
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 37. Why people are so judgmental?
I’ve never wanted to strangle someone so badly.By now the other nurses in the reception are also paying their attention to us, and most of them had varying expressions on their faces. Some looked pissed off while others looked sympathetic. But none of them came forward to rectify the nurse who was talking to me.Her name tag reads Clara.“Fine, then,” I growl, “I will pay for everything. Add all the charges to my account. I’ll give you all the information.”The nurse’s mouth quirks downwards, and she gives me a distasteful look. For a split second, I wonder what I must look like. Somehow, I’d lost my jacket, and the light blue shirt that I wore underneath was covered with blood and grime. My hands are covered with blood as well, drying in the temperature of the room. My hair is disheveled from the wind and running my fingers through it. My expression must be close to insane. I don’t even want to think about the state of my pants and shoes.I really need to take a shower to even gain
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 38. Make it right.
The look on everyone’s faces is incomprehensibly stunned the moment I re-enter the hospital with its director in tow. The nurses at the reception all stand up as they see him approach, and Clara’s face pales.I feel a little bit guilty about what I had done. I know that I am misusing a power that I have on hand. But what choice have I been left with? Ever since I entered this world, I’ve tried to treat people with compassion and kindness. But it only backfired on me and made me look like a right idiot. Now, it seems, that the wisest way was to treat people the same way they treated me.“Who is the nurse manning the reception front desk today?” Pat demands as soon as we come to a stand in front of the reception table.The nurses look at one another and Clara takes a step forward.“I am at the front desk sir,” she says in a voice that is close to shivering.I tamp down the feeling of guilt. My friend is in the ER getting treated after being shot. I cannot afford guilt.“Nurse Clara, isn
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 39. Everyone makes mistakes.
“Pat, I know how you feel about her conduct. Trust me, I am as pissed as you are, and I was the one on the receiving end of it,” I say as I sit across Patrick Wright’s office on the topmost floor of the Northwestern Clandestine Hospital, moments after the whole debacle downstairs, “but firing her over one such mistake is not right.”Coraline has been stabilized, and her bleeding was effectively ceased. She was not on the brink of danger anymore. A blood transfusion was being done as we speak.I give Gerald a call and tell him everything, but as I predicted he already knows and is on his way to the hospital. Coraline’s parents have been notified. They had been out of the city on what was a mini-vacation and were racing home. When I talk with them, they beg me to stay and help their daughter until they arrive. This is the second time this month that Coraline landed in a hospital with a threat to her life. I assure them of her safety to the best of my ability before ending the call. I ca
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 40. Who’s pissed?
It takes only one more hour for the police to contact Gerald and me. They swing by the hospital and get the statements. It’s the same detectives from before, and they look much paler this time around, the creases on their foreheads seemingly permanently etched. They mutter about suspects and urge us to notify them if we see any sort of suspicious activity. There are still no leads from the last case.It is only after they leave the premises after taking our statements that I realize that I forgot to ask them if they had paid Aiden a visit.When Coraline’s parents arrive, the time is around 03:00 AM in the morning. They see me in the hallway in front of the emergency unit and come to a stop. I have a good idea of what I look like, my eyes bloodshot and half-closed from sleepiness, my hair barely held down by running my hand through it a couple of times, still dressed in that wrinkled, blood-stained suit that is starting to smell.Coraline’s parents take one look at me and demand that I
Latest Chapter
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
