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