Revived: The Archmage's Return to the Urban World

Chapter 6

“That was an impressive fight,” Mr. Drummond said to Jake. “But we can’t discuss matters here. Follow me.”

Jake remained silent. The body guards followed him as he walked after his grandfather. He was led to a massive metal door. And nobody would ever believe that such a place existed within the shabby bar. 

His father pushed the door and the smell coming out of the room made him cover his nose. He was not a fan of strong disinfectant and drugs. He entered the room then the doors were shut by the bodyguards.

“What is this place?” Jake asked as he looked around. 

There were a lot of sample tubes, beakers, microscopes, and machines he was not really familiar with in the room. There were also some huge glass jars containing skin of species he didn't know and some internal organs.

“This is a secret laboratory of my company. Secret experiments are done here by my carefully selected people and pharmaceutical scientists,” the old man replied. “And this is one of the places that you would take over when I appoint you as the CEO of my company.”

“Secret, huh?” Jake asked, then he walked around touching everything he saw. “You mean, illegal, right?” Then he took out the Aetherlock from his pocket and put it on.

“Illegal it is, but I don’t care. As long as I can help with the development of medicine. I don’t care,” Mr. Drummond proudly said.

“Development of medicine or development of your bank account?” he asked while still looking at the things around. “Don’t be so virtuous. We both know how selfish you are.”

“Fine,” the old man replied. “I found a cure for a lot of incurable diseases. That helped thousands of people but also brought a lot of money to my pocket. That’s a win-win situation right?”

Jake snickered then his eyes were fixed in a large agitator. Memories started to rush in his mind. He recalled himself creating power and healing potions in Eldramoria using his magic and some components available around. And all of the knowledge about that flooded his mind.

“But showing your strength isn’t enough to be heir, Jake. Do you know that?” Mr. Drummond asked. “I built this company and empire not only with my strength but mostly with my mind.”

“Do you still think I am the same Jake five years ago?” he asked. He smiled while looking at his father. 

“I’ve been creating medicine and drugs for decades but I haven’t discovered a cure for stupidity,” the old man blatantly replied.

He sneered and picked up one sample tube from a rack near the agitator. He whispered a spell and the liquid inside started to glow. But only him could see it. 

“Can you call one of your body guards?” he asked his father. 

“Why?”

“I’ll show you what I can contribute to this company and empire of yours,” he replied with a confident smile. 

His father stared at his eyes before nodding his head, then he clapped his hands twice. One of his bodyguards opened the door and entered. 

“Do you have any fresh wounds in your body?” Jake asked while shaking the sample tube. 

“No, sir. I don’t have any.”

Jake quickly grabbed up a pair of scissors from the table and threw them to the bodyguard. It was so fast that even the professional security couldn't react. The scissors grazed the man's right arm, cutting the coat and shirt he was wearing and wounding him. 

“What are you doing?!” his father shouted at him with circled eyes.

But he didn’t reply. He walked towards the bodyguard who was already holding his bloody arm firmly. He grabbed the man’s arm and tore the piece of clothing that covered the wound. It was a three inch cut that looked like it needed to be sutured.

“Look how stupid you are! Look what you’ve done!” his father yelled once more.

“Just watch and stop yelling, as if you care about this man,” he replied. “Just come here and take a look.” Then he moved so his father could see what he was about to do.

He removed the sample tube's cover and poured the liquid directly into the wound. That caused the bodyguard's mouth to open and eyes to clench in pain. The wound began to smoke then the bleeding stopped. The broken skin then began to join together gently, sealing the wound and leaving no trace. 

His father stared at him with a wide open mouth and eyes. “How in the world did you do that? The wound disappeared like…it was not there!”

Jake grinned and faced his father. “I can’t tell how I did it. It is one of my aces to ensure that you’ll accept me as the CEO,” he said. "But that would be too magical; I can make something that the bureau will accept without any questions, but the effects will take longer than what you saw. What do you think?"

Mr. Drummond tilted his head and smiled. He walked over to Jake and patted his son’s shoulders. 

“I don’t know what happened to you. But I am so happy that you’re back with those skills!” the old man said. “Alright. Tomorrow, effectively, you’ll be the CEO of the company and you’ll start with this project right away.”

“And the compensation?”

“You can have anything you need. Just tell me or my secretary,” the old man replied with a beaming smile. 

“Then, that's a deal,” Jake responded, then he walked to a table and put the sample tube there. “But I want Sebastian to work for me. Don’t fire him. If he insists on leaving, threaten him.”

“Why?” Mr. Drummond asked, then he went to a small table where a bottle of whiskey was placed. He poured some in a glass and took a shot. “Is this a revenge plot?”

Jake sighed deeply. “I won’t get anything from that. I just want him to work more for the company. That’s all. I am just not sure if he’ll wake up by tomorrow.”

His father laughed, then looked at him. “Okay. He’ll work with you and you can do anything with him.”

“Great!” Jake said gleefully. “By the way, where is Caroline? She told me she was going to watch the match.”

“Caroline? You talked with Caroline?” Mr. Drummond asked with a puzzle look. “She’s abroad. And I didn’t know that she’s here.”

“What do you mean? I met her this noon and we had lunch together,” he said then he walked towards his father with knitted eyebrows. “You called her. You said you wanted to talk with her. I even heard your voice.”

“That wasn’t me!” 

The old man took out his cellphone and dialed his daughter's number. He turned on the loudspeaker so Jake could hear it as well. The phone began to ring, and after a few rings, someone answered.

“Yow! I thought nobody was gonna call!” It was a high-pitched manly voice. “Actually, I just woke up and was about to call you Mr. Drummond.”

“Who are you? Where is my daughter?!”

“Oh, your pretty daughter! Well, she’s with us. We took her,” then the man laughed. 

Jake's hearing improved as he touched his right temple. He could easily hear everything around the person on the other end of the phone line. Metals clattered, and the wind appeared to be fierce. There were whispers, then he heard Caroline screaming for help. But she sounded like she was in a container.

“What did you do to my sister?!” Jake asked. His fists were tightly clenched and his face turned red. “And what do you need?”

“I’ll just send you the details.” the man replied. “Don’t call this phone again, and follow everything that I will tell you to do. Don’t call the police. I have access with all your lines and I know everything that you do. One wrong move, and the lady here is dead.”

“Don’t you ever put a single scratch on her!” Jake responded. However, the line abruptly disconnected. 

Mr. Drummond screamed in anger and threw the glass he was holding to the ground causing it to shatter. “What are we gonna do? I know… I’ll call my connections!”

“Relax! Wait for his message. I already have an idea where he is. And I will definitely save Caroline. No matter what!”  he said with a piercing look in his eyes.