Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir

96. I get to see her.

“Oh, my god, Jace, you’re alive!” a flurry of blond hair buzzes past the men and women of the construction site who are gathered around me to gawk at my sudden return from the unknown.

I feel myself give out an ‘oof’ when Coraline comes barreling towards me, her arms wrapping around my torso in a vice-like grip. Instantly, I feel guilty for being gone for about two days straight, even though the circumstances of my absence were beyond my control. Oliver Hannity comes right behind, parting the crowd. An expression of relief immediately dawns on his face as he takes me in.

“Thank god,” he breathes, “where the heck have you been? We thought you’d gone off and fallen off a cliff somewhere!” Then his attention catches my bandaged head, and the eyes narrow, "it seems like I might not have been too far off my mark.”

I roll my eyes at him, still bent over from Coraline hugging me.

“It’s a long story,” I reply, trying to keep my voice grouchy, but it ends up coming out relieved as I feel infin