Revenge of the billionaire heir

Chapter 6

Lester looked confused, his head whipping around so fast it made his vision spin.

“Wh-What are y-you talking about?” He stuttered, sweating bullets. “I didn't do anything wrong!”

Mr Jones face was stoic, not an ounce of pity on his face.

That only made Lester more worried, and he jumped around rummaging through his desk looking for something. Once he got the piece of paper, he held it up triumphantly. “Look, this is it! Duke here was the one who bought the house, not me!”

Lester was so obsessed with himself that he didn't notice the sneer on Jones' face. “You should be thanking me, and Sean here should be kicked out! He doesn't have the money it takes to buy such a property like that.” He laughed suddenly. “I mean, look at him…confidently whipping out his card to pay! Such a joke.”

No one was smiling though.

Jones finally spoke up after allowing Lester to rant. “You must have made a mistake then. Saying that Duke bought the house instead of Sean is…a bit off.”

“What are you saying then?” Lester blew up, not understanding what was happening.

Jones said nothing, waving in a different woman from the one we saw the other time. She had a printout receipt in her hand.

Sean stood there, watching them in amusement. He allowed them to fight it out amongst themselves, a Cheshire grin on his face.

Chloe caught him smiling and tugged on his hand. “Why are you smiling? What's so funny, They are about to fight!”

He only smiled down at her. “You'll find out soon enough.”

“Who bought the villa, Camille?” Jones asked the lady who was staring intently at her receipt.

The moment before she spoke was very tense, everyone practically holding their breath to hear what she'd say.

She raised her head to look at Duke for the longest time, making Amelia grin widely…then she looked over to me.

“It was Sean McAlister, sir.” Her voice was so low, it was hard to make anything out. “It was his card that went through.”

Her declaration dropped the atmosphere down several notches. Disbelief was palpable in the air as well as everyone's faces.

Lester was the first to recover after glancing at Sean, smiling weirdly.

He brushed the back of his neck. “Uh, no offence sweetheart but are you sure about that?”

Camille was unsure, looking to Jones for approval.

Jones nods in the head, chipping in. “Go ahead, Camille.”

She read the paper again, more slowly than before while we waited with bated breath.

She shook her head sadly. “I'm sorry but it's still the same thing. I didn't make a mistake.”

Her word wasn't enough for some people like Amelia who pushed past Lester, storming over to grab that paper from Camille's hand.

“Give me that!” She growled.

Amelia was in disbelief, believing this was to be some sort of embarrassing moment that Sean wanted.

Reading through the receipt, her gaze snagged on Sean's name and the name of his bank which was also equally familiar.

Amelia gasped in shock, losing her grip on the receipt.

No, no, no. This can't be possible!

She thought Sean was broke, he certainly acted like it when he refused to pay her on the day of the wedding!

So, how did he get the money or has he always had it?

Was this some test?

Amidst the jumbled-up thoughts and the mini fight that broke out between Sean, Lester, and Jones, Amelia caught someone hurrying out the door.

She squints, looking close.

“Duke?” She calls out, clamping her hand on his arm. “Where are you going?”

He jerked his hand out of her hold, his eyes shifty. “None of your business!”

“It is my business when you make me look like a fool in front of everyone!” She spat out. “You're nothing but a liar and a cheat!”

That was the wrong thing to say. 

Duke flared up, his eyes going dark. His hand reared back, and the next thing Amelia knew there was a throbbing pain in her cheek while Duke stood over her like a monster.

She cried out, touching her hurt cheek with a trembling palm. “What did you do?!”

“What did I do?” Duke looked incredulous. 

“How about we talk about what you did? Don't get all angry and bent out of shape when this never would have happened if you weren't such a fake and talked so highly of yourself.”

“Duke, you can't-”

He didn't let her finish, grabbing her arm tightly and hauling her out of there like a sack of potatoes.

His steps were fast and brisk, giving her no choice but to follow or risk breaking her neck.

The worst part? It wasn't like she could have called for help.

While that was ongoing, Jones, Lester and Sean here engaged in a heated conversation.

“I made a mistake sir, and I apologize.” Lester was almost begging, kneeling.

Jones turned his head to Sean as if for guidance but he shook his head, allowing Jones to make the tough decisions.

Lester seemed to catch up who was in power here and he turned to face me, laying his hands facedown begging for appeal. “It won't happen again.”

Sean stared at Lester for the longest minute, thinking over his options.

Remembering how Lester humiliated him was enough to bite but this …

Oh my, how the mighty have fallen.

“I guess that's what you get for believing everything you see without confirmation,” Sean says, reaching back for Chloe's hand.

Her small hand slipped into mine, making contact and calming me down.

Jones seized my other available hand, trapping it between his.

“I have you to thank for this massive…Um, stuff that you did!” Jones shook his hand vigorously, beaming wide. “It's amazing, and I'm so honoured that you chose us to lead it!”

“You're welcome.” Sean grinned.

“The house won't only be an amazing addition

to your collection but there are some other …features of the villa that you would understand.”