Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir

42. I don't do it on purpose.

Gerald, of course, pales when I tell him about the nurse’s observation.

“Well," he mutters, “I cannot say that the thought did not occur to me. You being your father’s son…it will not come as a surprise that people would make the connection between you and your father and come after you in order to get to your father.”

“Oh, god,” I drawl, rubbing my hands on my face, “it’s way too early to be having these revelations. Seriously, why on earth did I think it was a good idea to come back here? I should’ve known that something like this would happen. I should’ve taken my chance with the bullies and stayed.”

“Come now, Jace,” Gerald pats my back soothingly as I hunch over in the backseat of the car, “it might not be true. You may have been in the wrong place at the wrong time. I mean, there could be nobody targeting you specifically, but only Zelt Tech employees. Or maybe they are not targeting anyone at all. You’re not the only person who had been shot at in the past few weeks.”

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