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Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 77. Hike
“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” I groan, turning the key over and over again. The first few times, the car wheezes as if it’s taking in its last dying breath, but finally, that also stops. I bash my fist into the dashboard, “what the heck is wrong with this thing?!”“Judging by its age, I would say almost everything,” Coraline deadpans. Around us, the wind rustles pleasantly as birdcalls come from all around. Sunlight flits through the leaves of the canopy above us. It’s cool which is a plus. It would suck infinitesimally if we had crashed right under the glower of the sun. “We need to get the car off the road,” I tell her, my voice bitter. “We’re right in the middle. I have to take a look under the hood.”“Do you know anything about Mechanics?” questions Coraline dubiously, and I bite my lower lip.“I mean, not really?” I reply, “but we should see if there’s something exploded in there, judging by the sound.”Coraline tilts her head, “yeah, I think we should. Let’s get our daily
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 78: Weird People
The people who arrive towards us are two men, both of them around our age. Both of them have brown hair and green eyes as well. They must be siblings, maybe even twin brothers as their features look so similar, high cheekbones, dusky skin, lithe frames even under all the clothing, and clear, unblemished skin. In fact, they look like they had just stepped straight out of a fashion magazine.Which should make them odd, in this kind of environment. But surrounded by trees, dressed in green and grey, they look right at home.They eye us with barely concealed suspicion, and the one who is taller than the other starts to talk, “Hello. Are you guys lost? We noticed that you were parked on the side of the road and looking quite concerned, so we thought we should come over and ask if there’s an issue.”“Hello, yourselves,” I greet them back, “and no, we’re not lost. We just had a problem with our vehicle. It broke down.”“Is that so?” the shorter one replies, looking over my side to glance at
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 79. Pseudo Father
“Hey, Gerald!” I greet my pseudo-father figure enthusiastically as the video call connects.Gerald blinks at me and then blinks at the corner of his own phone to see the time. He’s so at odds with how he generally looks, with his hair rumbled, his eyes bleary, and he looks like he’d just gotten an hour of sleep after staying up for a week. Also, he’s wearing a t-shirt of all things. I have never seen Gerald in a t-shirt before, and it feels so very odd to even witness it. Gerald always reminded me of the butler in Batman, hell, they even looked the same in some ways except for the fact that Gerald was awfully bulky and in a good shape for a man his age. And every time I saw him, no matter the time of the day, he was always dressed in some sort of suit. Before today, I would’ve sworn the man basically lived in suits, and maybe he was even born in one.But now my worldview has turned.“Jace?” Gerald utters my name as if he’s in a dream that is rapidly turning into a nightmare, “what the
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 80. I'm tired of this now!
The next morning, I find a message on my phone.Gerald: Another shooting. Patty Morrison from Sales, strawberry blond with a newborn. Intensive care. Is critical. Police still got nothing. Like a bucket of water had been splashed on it, the ambient noise surrounding the cabin and the nice, soft warmth of the early sun vanishes. The food in my mouth, a piece of bacon and cheese omelet, tastes like cardboard. I remember Patty Morrison. She was as perky as she looked, smiling all the time, and one of the best people in sales. She’d recently come back to work after her maternity leave, and whenever I strolled through the Sales offices, I could see her cubicle decorated with pictures of her baby, a pudgy thing with a tuft of blond hair on his otherwise bald head, and Patty holding him, beaming like the sun.Patty Morrison. I may have exchanged only a couple of sentences with her during my time in the company.Gerald felt the need to say it was critical, even after saying that she was in i
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 81. Danger following us!
“A fire?” I repeat, “someone set fire to the timberyard?!”“It appears to be.” Oliver remarks, color slowly returning to his pale cheeks, “I only got the news moments before you two came along. It’s just…God, so unexpected. The place is destroyed!”We all stay silent in our shock for a long moment, trying to wrap our heads around this new development.The timberyard was large, as far as I was aware. It covered about a full two acres of land and employed about 1/6th of the population in Falenridge. It was an old business, dating from the 1960s if I remember correctly. At first, it was owned by a family hailing from Falenridge, but in the ‘90s they went bankrupt and sold the timberyard to a mass logging company. After that, the rate of tree-cutting increased, and so did the number of jobs available in the logging industry in this area.“How much is the damage?” I ask Oliver, who started at the sound of my voice as if he had been drowning in his own thoughts, “how serious is this fire? D
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 82. I gotta do something.
The timber yard is, as expected, a complete wreck.“Oh, Lord,” I find myself muttering as soon as we get out of the truck we’d taken to come to town, “how on earth did everything burn?”“This does not look like it was an accident, no sir,” Oliver murmurs next to me, eyes wide and unblinking as they take in the wreckage, “this is deliberate. No way something this huge began with some electrical failure. No wonder everyone is blaming arsonists.”There are a lot of people milling around the wreckage of the timberyard. Smoke still curls up from some of the blackened, charred logs, and there is an entire section marked divided away with yellow tapes and with cops guarding it, which was still smoldering. The flames had gone out, but it was going to take at least four more days for the fires to go down completely. The whole environment is unbearably hot and breathing the ash and smoke-filled air is so difficult.We are not allowed to wander into the zone of destruction, of course. So, we jus
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir My first investment.
“Jace, what the hell!” Oliver squawked, “you can't actually be thinking about going through with this!”It has been three days since the Falenridge timberyard had been burnt to cinders. By now, the embers had cooled and blackened, and the yellow tape was removed so the cleaning process could begin. The police were still investigating the grounds of the crime scene, and so far, they had figured out that the fire was manmade, and whoever started it used a copious amount of gasoline to set the material on fire. However, the extent of the damage was too much for just gasoline to make in such a short time, so the police were investigating what other things could possibly set such a large-scale fire to the timber yard.Of course, when I first talked about my idea to buy the destroyed place, Coraline and Oliver had brushed it off. There were other things to take care of, such as our own construction site. After hanging around and offering our thoughts and regards to Paul and the rest of the
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 84. A gift.
The plan was good to go. After some negotiating with my father as well as Gerald and discussing all our ideas, our thoughts, and feelings regarding this venture, my father deemed that starting one more project in the same area would not be too much of a problem.“The tourist attractions in the area surrounding Falenridge had been improving over the years,” he’d said, “and after a poll conducted this year, it was revealed that the accommodations in the area are not enough for the tourist inflow that is said to happen in the next set of years. And the idea of getting Falenridge a business hotel is not without merit.”I have to admit that I was half-worried that my father would insist that I stay here and manage that hotel as well rather than come home. It was unfounded because we were both aware that I had to return to the city as soon as summer ended because I still had two years to finish at the university and I had no hopes of being a dropout.“This isn’t a decision I’m taking lightl
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