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Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 86. Getting hints.
“Look man, I know you hate my guts for some made-up reason, and by the way, you look mighty stupid for it, but this is too much,” I growl, “I’m not here to pick a fight with anyone. God knows I’ve got enough of those in my life, and I’m not looking for more in the near future. So, if you could please ring that thing up for me and let me pay for it, I’ll be on my way home and you can go on with your job.”“Uh-huh, and you mean to tell me that you got enough funds to buy a $900 snow globe?” the young man who was starting to become the bane of my existence snorts, “yeah right.”“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, making sure that my voice is calm and even. If he was insisting on being an immature idiot, I should be the grown-up here, lest we would end up fighting over the counter like a couple of kids.“Look at you, man!” he says, flailing his hand at me. “You look like some kind of a hobo who just woke up from sleeping at a park bench. How on earth can you afford something like this?
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 87. Hobo? No way!
The woman wears a shirt with the logo ‘Mountain treasures’ printed on it and a pair of blue-washed jeans. Her hair is piled on the top of her head in a ponytail and her eyes are framed by clunky glasses. She looks about the same age as Oliver is and looks from Craig back to me with an expression of acute confusion.“Ma’am,” before Craig can get a word in, I say, “allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jace Greyson, and I’m the manager at the hunting lodge construction project going on in the mountains.”“You’re a what now?” The young man, Craig squeaks.“Um, okay, hello, Mr. Greyson,” The woman replied, tilting her head in puzzlement, “I’m Carrie, and my husband owns this store. What seems to be the issue here?”“He's lying to you, Miss!” Craig finds his footing, “I saw him for the first time at the timber yard, he was arrested for trying to break in and trespassing. Marty and Paul themselves called the police. He’s in cahoots with the criminals who set fire to the timber yard, and
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 88. Everything hurts.
There is a pain in my head that seems to be searing, and the moment I gain consciousness I feel a moan of pain wreck out from my lips.What….What the hell?It’s a battle to open my eyes, it feels like someone has glued them shut. There is a ringing in my ear that makes my head hurt like it’s being crushed, and my head is too heavy for me to hold upright. There’s pain…pain all over my body like I’d gotten beaten up. My mouth is as dry as sawdust, and I cough, my throat painful before forcing my eyelids to open.It’s dark. Wherever I am, it’s frighteningly dark, not unlike the night.And my head hurts so very much.What happened to me? The last thing I remember is driving from the town back to the construction site and seeing a tree that had fallen across the road barring my journey. I remember getting out of my car in order to investigate and see if there was any way I could move the tree on my own. I remember feeling strange because for some reason it felt like the wind has stopped r
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 89. Leave
They light a match and then they light a lap from it. It’s an old kerosene lamp, used for so long that the glass is covered in soot and black. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such things being used in the present day, only in movies and in museums. The lights burn my sensitive eyes, and I crush them shut for a moment. For some reason, the movement makes my headache even more severe, and I have to bite my lips to hold back a groan.“Shit, chief,” says the voice that broke the silence, “I think he’s worse off than we thought.”“Fuck,” another voice replies, sounding frustrated, “well, we can’t have him like that. How severe do you think is the wound?”“It’s still bleeding.”I open my eyes slowly, letting them assimilate to the light. But before I could register the scene in front of me, I find myself asking the men, “who…who are you?”My vision is blurry, but I can make out two human-shaped blobs in front of me. They both seem to be of the same height, and their faces are covered with some
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 90. Leave us alone.
The next time I wake up, my situation is marginally better. The pain in my head had lessened exponentially, and I don’t feel like I’m just a step away from delirium. I don’t feel dazed at all. The waking moments are a bit disorientating, but when I open my eyes, it’s no longer pitch black. My body hurts less, and while the heaviness from before still lingers, it’s nowhere as bad.Instead of the damp blackness, I find myself in a fairly dry, brightly lit room, lying on a cot with an actual warm blanket laid on top of me and a pillow under my head. If it’s one thing I know, is that this is not a cave. It’s far from it.The room looks as if it belongs to a cabin. Made entirely of wood, the roof appears to be pretty squat. The room is warmed by an old-timey wood stove that stands in the corner of the room, blackened from usage and age. I could see a fire burning within it from the open latch. Next to the stove, there are some logs arranged neatly, cut in the right shape to fit perfectly i
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 91. Not so intimidating anymore.
“Okay, I think we should start this from the beginning,” I reply, straightening my posture on the cot so I could stare at him head-on, “why would you think that I’m after your forest? I’m not affiliated with the logging industry in any way. In fact, I’m here as a manager for the hotel that is being built in the mountains. I’m the son of a businessman who specializes in the hotel sector as well. We don’t deal with logging.”“Well, then, why are you buying the timber yard?” questions the man, “you’ve been lurking around the place ever since you stepped to town, and you’ve even conversed privately with both Paul Duncan as well as the logging company. I saw you sympathize with them myself after we burned the timber yard down.”“Oh, so that’s your doing, huh,” I exclaim, “I also assume that you’ve been behind the vandalism as well?”“Yes, we were,” says the man.“Are you responsible for trashing our place too? What about Owl’s Creek? You totally vandalized their construction site and a lot
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 92. Humans?
A few hours after that, after I had taken yet another nap after downing the whole water bottle, I find myself surrounded by a group of people who are not masked with those ridiculous balaclavas.It’s the most disorienting thing, actually. Because I had no idea that I would find so many faces staring at me when I open my eyes to the light of the cabin for the second time that day.And all these faces are young. Around the same age as I am.I did not realize that the man who I called Chief is around my age. He’s a brunette who looks positively elven, with his pale skin and amber eyes, high cheekbones, and hollowed cheeks that would give Angelina Jolie a run for her money.I don’t know why but for some reason I’d envisioned him as some sort of tattooed, mustached villain type with a bald head under the balaclava. Serves me right for stereotyping all criminals I suppose.What comes as more of a shock than the people and the chief’s surprisingly young face so the two people standing next t
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 93. A cult?
Slowly but surely, we manage to tell each other our own stories. And at the end of the conversation, night had fallen, and the ‘eco-conservationists’ have started to believe me.But that is only the tip of the iceberg.“So, you call yourselves ‘eco-conservationists,’” I ask, emphasizing the sentiment behind the term with finger quotes, “what does that mean exactly?”“We protect the forest,” says the Chief, his tone and expression clearly indicating that I’m kind of crazy for even asking that.“Yeah, I gathered that, but what is it that you exactly do? Do you have a certain organization? Do you have campaigns? Donation rallies for your cause? How do you get sponsors to help you all in this noble venture of yours?”Again, the group looks at me, bewildered.“Organization?” utters the girl who talked weirdly, “campaigns? What is it that you’re saying? I recognize them as words, yet the meaning is lost on me.”“Sponsors?” asks Geller, “never heard of them.”“Then how on earth do you find t
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