The Abandoned Trillionaire

Chapter 6

Stiles stared at the pictures on the tablet that Jonathan Jacobs just handed him.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Those pictures were taken 24 years ago, the night you were born and the lady carrying you to that orphanage, do you happen to know her?"

Jonathan Jacobs asked, his eyebrows furrowed in curiosity.

Stiles was dumbfounded, he was still in shock from the whole thing.

"How did you get this picture?"

Stiles asked with his gaze still fixed on the tablet.

His thoughts raced as he remembered the picture under his bed, it was the same picture, but this time around in black and white.

"Well, like I said, your dad and I have been on this case for quite some time and just this morning he forwarded this file to me."

"So I thought it wise to let you see the pictures, maybe you might have seen her before or something."

Jonathan Jacobs said as he sipped his plain hot steaming coffee.

"Sometimes isn't right Jonathan Jacobs, I have this same picture under my bed, only not the same colour."

Stiles' voice was barely above whispers as he stared askance at Jonathan Jacobs, who had a dropped jaw as his coffee dripped from his mouth back into his coffee mug.

"I don't understand what you are talking about."

"What do you mean that you have these same pictures under your bed?"

"These are classified information obtained from a top intel."

Jonathan Jacobs said as he kept his coffee mug on the table making a rather silent thump.

"I'm serious Jonathan Jacobs."

"I think that lady was the nurse that had delivered me that night."

"That explains how she got access to the secure facility that night."

Jonathan Jacobs said as he gazed at the pictures one more time, then another glance followed.

"Well since we have identified her as the nurse who helped in your delivery and she is also the one that took you to the orphanage… I think we might be up to a good start here."

Jonathan Jacobs said as he stared at Stiles who was still kind of perplexed by the whole coincidence.

"Something fishy is going on here and I really don't like it."

"Why would the nurse who helped my mom deliver me be the one who took me to the orphanage?"

Stiles asked, his voice was laced with a mixture of anger and frustration.

"I know it's just weird."

"And how did you come about the pictures under your bed?"

"The pictures were given to me by the matron of the orphanage the day I was adopted by the Thomas's."

Stiles said, his voice barely above whispers as he slowly kept the pictures on the table and poured himself a hot glass of coffee.

"And the matron… if we can find her she can tell us who brought this file to her and why."

Jonathan Jacobs immediately suggested, his gaze was on the pictures on the table.

"That's a good idea but I really don't remember who the matron is any more."

"Even if I could, most times they kind of keep information like this hidden from outsiders."

Stiles said as he plopped into the brown sofa behind him.

"You are no outsider, watch this."

Jonathan Jacobs immediately took his phone and called the orphanage where Stiles was adopted from.

"Stiles we are the Hendersons of which you are the only living heir and thus the most influential person on the continent.”

"We can get anything we want, anything we want."

Jonathan Jacobs said as the phone continued ringing without any response.

"That's weird, anyways let's find another way to identify this lady."

"If she is a nurse at the hospital where you were delivered, I think we should start our search from there."

Jonathan Jacobs suggested as he kept redialing the number of the orphanage but all to no avail.

"Yes it would have been a great idea to track the nurse to the hospital but that would only alert her to hide even more."

"Especially if we go about carrying her picture around and asking her colleagues if they know who she is."

Stiles immediately added intelligently as he plopped out of the sofa.

Jonathan Jacobs Immediately stared at him and smiled gleefully admiring his intelligence.

"You know what Stiles, you have your father's smart brain."

"So what do you suggest we do?"

Jonathan Jacobs asked as he plopped into his seat.

"There are a lot of ways to identify her, I think we should run a facial recognition search on her photo."

"But that wouldn't be possible since none of us have access to the International facial recognition datalog."

Stiles said, his face etched with confusion and disappointment.

Now turning around his gaze fell on Jonathan Jacobs who pressed a secret button under his luxury mahogany table, the tabletop opened revealing a military-grade sophisticated laptop.

"Can I have those pictures?"

Jonathan Jacobs asked, his hands were already busy logging him into the international facial recognition database.

Passing the file over to Jonathan Jacobs, Stiles had his mouth agape.

"What else is hidden under this table or that weirdly labelled cupboard that says…Project X?"

Stiles asked, his eyes fixed on Jonathan Jacobs.

"That will be a discussion for another day, right now I need you to place your palm on this scanner."

Jonathan Jacobs said, his gaze still fixed on his laptop screen.

"Why?!" 

Stiles asked almost immediately, his voice was laced with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.

Looking up at him, Jonathan Jacobs immediately replied, "I meet your biometric print to bypass the security of the international facial recognition database."

The words of Jonathan Jacobs came as an unbelievable shock to Stiles.

"Wait a m…inute."

"Can my biometric print bypass the international facial recognition database security?"

He asked, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"We are about to find out."

"There is a lot you don't know about yourself, young master."

As Jonathan Jacobs spoke,

he immediately placed Stile's hand on the scanner and the screen read, "Welcome Lord Henderson, it's been a long time."

"What the hell…"