Rise of The Charleston Heir

Chapter 5: Return of the Charleston Heir

Bison stared at the old man in bemusement, more than a little taken aback by the man's familiarity with him. He took a step back from the old man.

The man arched his brow, letting his hand drop in disappointment. He looked sad for some reason. 

Jason looked around the room, finally taking notice of a girl, a few years older than him, standing by the old man's desk. He remembered he'd been forcefully brought here. 

"Are you people insane?" Jason blurted out. He had just been kidnapped by these people and they were looking at him as if he was their savior.

"Excuse me?" The young girl spoke up, arching a well carved brow in a show of arrogance that was second skin to those filthy rich people Jason always saw in the movies. 

"Who the hell are you people?" Jason continued, completely ignoring Anna's question and glaring daggers at the two of them.

"We are your family, Jason." The old man answered, taking a step closer to him.

"No, you are not." Jason replied.

"I am your grandfather, Jason. You have to believe me." The old man said, almost pleading.

Jason let out a mocking laugh.

"You have got to be joking. There is no way that I am your son." Jason said, looking at the old man as if he were insane. Was this perhaps the price the man had paid for being so ridiculously wealthy?

"I never said that you were my son, Jason. I am your grandfather." The old man replied.

Jason ran his hand through his hair. This was insane and completely wild. He needed to find a way out of there. 

"Grandfather? You must have me mistaken for someone else, old man. Now if you'll please tell your goons to take me back to where they found me, I will be very happy." Jason said.

Jason noticed Anna giving him a curious look, up and down. He didn't care what she was thinking, in her red, designer pants suit, she looked as much of a predator as the old man sounded. 

"Jas…" 

"Do not call me. I don't know you. This is the first time I have ever seen you. Let me leave." Jason said, anger seeping into his voice.

"DNA test." Anna said, stepping forward.

"What?" The old man asked turning around.

"We should have a DNA test carried out. This is funny, but you're the first one to not want anything to do with us.”

Jason's face tightened in disbelief. Why the hell should he want anything at all to do with a bunch of strangers who'd had him kidnapped?

“You're the only one who's reacted this way, even after seeing all the wealth.” She said coming to stand beside the old man.

"Anna…you have seen your uncle in pictures, you must know that Jason is his son." The old man said to Anna, Anna.

"I know what I saw, grandfather. He may look like him but he could also not be his son." Anna replied coldly, looking right at Jason.

"I would like to leave. I couldn't care less about your stupid DNA test." Jason said, turning to leave.

"You will be well compensated for your time." Anna called after him. 

"I don't need your money." Jason said stiffly.

"Something else, then?" She said taunting him.

"Stop, Anna." The old man snapped at her and she nodded.

Jason rubbed his brow in a mixture of frustration and tiredness. Today was a really long, really weird day for him.

"If this DNA test is done and it says that I am in no way related to you, you will leave me alone. Forever." Jason said, directing his words at the old man.

"You have my word." The man replied.

The old man pointed to a luxurious looking coffee brown sofa that looked plush and soft and felt even plusher underneath Jason's ass when he sat down on it. 

Jason tried not to be obvious about his astonishment at the place still, taking in the ornate pieces which included ancient looking vases and art in corners of the room. 

He guessed that just one probably cost more than he could probably make with his lifetime salary, working his current job. 

A few minutes later a man, who carried a suitcase and looked like a doctor, was brought in by the same man who was the head of the goons that brought Jason there. Jason fixed him with a hard look, a scowl pulling at his lips.

A chuckle came from nearby and Jason turned towards the sound. It was the old man.

"Forgive him, he was only doing his job." He said to Jason.

Jason said nothing to the old man who walked back to his desk. 

He motioned for Anna to sit on the couch and Anna did so. 

Apparently, everyone took orders from the old man. 

The doctor came forth, wearing gloves and holding cotton wool, he dabbed the cotton wool in antiseptic before running it around in small, tight circles in Jason's wrists.

A minute later a syringe appeared and the doctor extracted some of his blood for tests.

Jason barely flinched when the syringe sank into his wrist and soon enough the doctor packed up and left with his blood samples.

Jason rubbed at the spot. The doctor had wiped off the dots of blood and placed a cotton swab over the spot, covering it with a square plaster. 

“So? What now?” Jason asked. 

The old man sat behind his heavy oak desk, eyes fixed on Jason. His eyes held an ecstatic look in them. “He's going to compare your blood samples to mine and that of your cousin here.” He motioned to the lady. 

Jason held back from releasing a loud burst of laughter. The man made saying ridiculous things seem easy. 

“Just wait a little while, I'm sure it won't take long.” Anna muttered, crossing her right leg over the left. 

Jason sighed, rubbing at his sore cheek. 

“What happened to your face? How did you get the bruises?” The old man suddenly asked. 

Jason shifted on the sofa, uncomfortable with the sudden scrutiny from both the man and Anna.

He cleared his throat. “Just a minor accident. Nothing serious.” No way in hell was he going to relay the humiliation he had passed through today to another soul.

Hudson would get what was coming to him.

The old man stood up from his desk, and crossed to his door. He pulled it open, and from Jason's position, he could see the buff security men outside the door. 

He conversed with them and then returned to his chair behind the desk. He faced Jason again. “Would you like to have anything as we wait for the DNA results, Jason?”

Jason frowned. The man called his name with a familiarity that was upsetting. “No, I'm good.”

Anna chuckled softly from the sofa opposite Jason. 

Jason glanced at her, wondering what was funny. 

She looked up to find his eyes, her eyes bold. “You're a weird one. We've got so many people eager to agree to being my cousin, but you can't wait to leave.”

Jason didn't reply to her. It wasn't as if he could get away with pretending to be the one they were looking for anyway. They'd catch his charade if he tried, not that he'd ever planned to try. 

He wasn't interested in being a fake heir.

A couple of hours passed, and the door was opened by one of the guards, revealing the doctor. 

The man had grey hair, and wore tiny round glasses that perched on his nose. 

His white coat over his suit looked pristine and Jason knew this was no ordinary doctor, like the ones he always saw at the local hospital, who couldn't even stand him. 

He walked up to the old man's desk and handed him a file. 

Anna stood up, walking to the side of the desk, and peeking into the files as the old man flipped through the few pages. 

Anna's lips pulled into a round o, and the old man got out of his seat with a boisterous shout. 

He rushed to Jason and drew him into his chest, hugging him. 

Jason held himself stiffly upright.

“You really are my grandson!”

Jason shot the doctor a startled look but the man just nodded, smiling at him. 

When the old man finally freed him, he gripped his shoulders, “We've searched for you for such a long time, Jason, I had almost lost all hope of finding you.”

“It’s really you! My one and only grandson.”

Jason could only stare at the man. 

The lady in red spoke up again. “You're the only son of your father, Jason.The heir to the Charleston group worth $60,000,000,000.”