THE TRILLIONAIRE HEIR THIRSTY FOR REVENGE

CHAPTER SEVEN

Back in the hospital, a couple minutes after Lucia and Ezekiele took their leave, Emilia stormed out with angry steps. Before she reached her car, she was already dialing a number. 

“What is it?” A bored voice answered. It was Giacomo. He and Emilia had been working together for quite some time now. 

Emilia was impatient as she asked, “Have you done what I asked? Have you withdrawn the contract from that witch’s steel mill?” She was referring to Lucia. 

“Of course. I did that as soon as you called me. And I also spread the word to others. By now, I don’t think she should have any more customers.” Giacomo’s voice was full of glee as he explained it to Emilia. 

“Hmm.” 

Hearing that, Emilia’s anger was abated briefly, but as the memory of Ezekiele defending Lucia came to mind, her anger was rekindled. It wouldn’t be enough to simply ruin Lucia’s business dealings, she had to destroy the business completely. 

“There’s another thing we need to do. To end it cleanly, we should make sure she has no chance of coming back even in the future.”

Giacomo’s hand moved softly against his chin as he considered Emilia’s words. She was right. A few years later, Lucia might be able to get back some connections and thrive again. They had to make sure that didn’t happen. 

“What are you thinking?” Giacomo was the most eager to hear Emilia’s plan. He would make Lucia pay for embarrassing him like she did. 

“You have some unfinished work with Lucia’s steel mill, don’t you? How about this? Give me some of the scariest thugs you have. I’ll go over to Lucia’s steel mill and rough her up a bit over the unpaid debts.”

Without thinking about it, Giacomo agreed. He was even nodding his head vigorously, even though Emilia couldn’t see him at that moment. 

“I have ten men that can do the job properly. Tell me where you are right now, I’ll send them over to you.”

“Let’s do it tomorrow. That way we’re sure she’ll be at the steel mill.”

*

“The big steel mills and even the small, seemingly inconsequential ones, buy them all. All except Lucia’s mill,” Ezekiele said into the phone. “Make it so that Hamilton Construction has no one to buy from.”

The person on the other side of the phone said a few words in reply. Ezekiele hummed once before hanging up. It was the next day and they were back at the steel mill to strategize. 

Anna had forced herself in the car and came along with them. Truthfully, she didn’t fully trust Ezekiele so she wanted to keep an eye on him. Now having to listen to his lies, Anna grew enraged. 

“What nonsense are you spewing right now? How in the world can a nobody like you?” Anna’s expression was full of distaste. 

Seated opposite him, Lucia wore a baffled expression. She couldn’t tell whether Ezekiele was bluffing or not! There was no way for him to afford one steel mill, not to talk of all the steel mills in Oakheart City! Heck, he had nowhere to stay at the moment and was staying at her parent’s house. 

A smile slid on Ezekiele’s face as he watched the conflicted expressions of his wife. Soon enough, he would reveal his true identity to her, but it was fine to keep her guessing for a little while. Afterall, actions were much louder than words. 

After a little while of sitting in silence, Lucia finally plucked the courage to ask what was on her mind. “Ezekiele, who was that on the phone?”

“Someone that answers to me,” Ezekiele simply said, not elaborating further. At his reply, Lucia’s expression seemed to get more wrinkled, but she didn’t say anything further. She was thinking. 

“Don’t worry yourself about these matters, Lucia. This steel mill is dear to you, which means that it’s dear to me too. I’ll make sure nothing bad happens.”

Anna scoffed, and Lucia nodded at his assuring words, but she still held a bit of disbelief. She was about to suggest that they head back home, when there was a frightening shout from outside, followed by a terrifying sound. It sounded like metal hitting the ground. This startled Lucia and Anna. 

“You both should stay here.”

Ezekiele was the first to react. He rushed outside to see the people making the noise. Standing at the forefront was Emilia, and behind her were ten hefty men with unsmiling, ugly faces. They didn’t look like they were there to talk. 

Contrary to one would expect, faced with such a situation, Ezekiele was scared. Not at all. Without looking to be in a rush, he moved closer until he was a few feet from Emilia. 

“To what do I owe this pleasure, Emilia? Did the rejection hit you so hard that you can’t seem to let go of me?”

With those words, Ezekiele took the upper hand, causing Emilia’s face to turn tomato red. As angry as she was, she couldn’t find coherent words to say, so she settled on shouting curses at Ezekiele. He was so full of himself!

“Don’t kid yourself! I’m not here for you just yet. Where’s that witch? I know she’s here! Bring her out, and maybe, I’ll let you go. Or else, you’ll get beaten too.”

From inside the office with her mother, Lucia couldn’t stay still while Ezekiele’s life was in danger. If something happened to him, it would be her fault. She was about to rush out the door, when Anna jumped in front of her, obstructing her path. 

“Mother, move. Ezekiele’s life is in danger!”

At that moment, Anna wanted to shout some sense into her daughter’s head. “Who cares if his life is in danger? He’s the one who brought it upon himself! If you go out there, who knows what she’ll do to you?”

Just as Lucia was about to argue back, both women suddenly heard the sound of heavy fighting. Pushing her mother out of the way, Lucia ran out. The scene she met made her mouth fall open.

There were four men on the ground, unmoving. Ezekiele had beat them up! And under Lucia’s gaze, he took out three more men! The fight—If it could be considered that because Ezekiele had the superior upper hand—continued until there was only one man standing. Ezekiele. 

Ignoring Anna, who had quietly appeared behind Lucia, Ezekiele walked up to his wife and took her small face in his hands, caressing it softly. “Trust me. I won’t let anything bad happen to your mill.”