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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
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 85. Not anymore.
The young man who regards me from near the cashier’s stand in the Mountain treasures gift shop, glaring at me with unabashed hostility is someone who had accompanied Marty the nightguard and Paul the manager the day I had been accused of being a delinquent trying to break into the timber yard. I remember his face faintly as it looked at the scene with disdain while I was shoved into a police car to be taken and imprisoned. After the whole fiasco with the timber yard, meeting Paul’s son and now the power, I’d begun to think that the vandalism accusation incident was behind me.But judging by the thousand-megawatt glare I was receiving, it seemed to be unlikely.Crap.“What are you doing here?” The blond-haired grey eyed young man hisses, taking a step away from me.“Seeing as I’m in a gift shop, it has to be obvious,” I can’t help but reply, “I’m here to buy an item in order to gift it to someone.”I didn’t think it was possible for his eyes to narrow more, but I’m proven wrong.“Reall
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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
