The Abandoned Trillionaire

Chapter 8

Stiles was still in shock as he stared at the pictures in his hand wondering how this lady was truly involved in her mom's death.

The situation was intense as Jonathan Jacobs pondered on the next possible move.

"I actually anticipated this coming, but not on this scale and level."

Jonathan Jacobs said as paced around, pulling out his phone he immediately placed a call to a secured line.

The incessant unanswered ringing of the phone only added more tension to the current situation.

"Who are you calling?"

Stiles asked as he threw the pictures onto the table which made a loud thump.

"It's Jack the IT guy back at your dad's mansion."

Jonathan Jacobs said as he had the phone etched to his ear expecting a response.

"Wait my dad has an IT guy?" Stiles asked as his eyebrows furrowed in a mixture of curiosity and disbelief.

"Yes, like I said there is a lot you don't know about your dad."

"Do you know that your dad recently bought the Fleeks private airfield some months ago?"

Jonathan Jacobs said, staring at Stiles who was shocked at what he heard.

"Wait a minute, the Fleeks private airfield is the biggest airfield in the region and isn't the government interested in that property?"

Stiles asked, his voice was laced with bewilderment.

"That's the kind of power you possess when you are the only living heir to the Henderson Global Conglomerate."

Jonathan Jacobs said as he dropped the call on Jack and pocketed his phone.

"So back to the main business… since the international facial recognition database centre can't help us identify this woman, we need to devise another way to get to her."

Jonathan Jacobs' voice was barely above whispers.

Standing up and pacing around, Stiles immediately screamed, "I think I have a perfect plan on how to finally find who this woman is and her connection to my mom's murderers."

"I'm listening." Jonathan Jacobs said as he gazed at Stiles.

"This woman was photographed right?"

"Right, clearly she was photographed, if not we wouldn't have her in the picture."

Jonathan Jacobs said, trying very hard not to be sarcastic.

Stiles immediately stared at him, understanding what he did there, he simply smiled gleefully and continued.

"Since we can't find her, let's find the photographer that took this picture, I bet he or she can tell us more about how we can find this lady."

Stiles' voice was laced with authority and intelligence.

"Wow!"

"Just Wow!!!"

"I'm impressed by your smart pants… I mean your smart brain."

"Why aren't you a detective? Oh, I forgot the orphanage thing."

Jonathan Jacobs said as Stiles just stared at him.

"So how do we find this photographer?"

Jonathan Jacobs immediately asked, his voice barely above whispers.

"Easy, very easy."

Stiles said as he immediately turned the photograph upside down and copied out a number, taking his phone, he dialled the number and it began to ring.

"What the hell!"

"Where did you learn how to do that?"

Jonathan Jacobs asked, his eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment.

"I really didn't think it would work…I'm as surprised as you are right now."

Stiles said as they both waited for the phone to be answered.

Just then the voicemail kicked in…"Hi, I am not available now, please leave a message."

Stiles immediately ended the call and saved the number.

"This is good news, we are now one step ahead to finding those who killed my mom?"

Stiles said as he stared into Jonathan Jacob's eyes.

"Can I have that number?"

Jonathan Jacobs asked, his voice was barely above whispers.

"Sure." Stiles immediately forwarded the number to him.

"I will have Jack track this number, she is now our only hope of finding out what really happened to your mom that night."

Jonathan Jacobs explained as he immediately sent a text message to Jack back at the Henderson's mansion.

"Well, it's a good thing we are moving forward."

"Stiles, I would want you to have this"

Jonathan Jacobs said as he immediately handed a smart wristband to Stiles.

"What's this?"

Stiles immediately asked as he put the smart band on his wrist.

"It's a tracker in a way, I can use it to track your location anywhere in the world, as long as you have it on your wrist."

Jonathan Jacobs said it demonstrates how the device works.

"It can double down as a wristwatch by just pressing the screen once."

"It used to belong to your dad, so he wanted me to give it to you."

Jonathan Jacobs said, his voice a little bit quaky as he coughed.

Moments later, Jonathan Jacobs packed his Lamborghini Aventador and walked out to open the door for Stiles but Stiles immediately opened the door by himself and came out of the car.

"Shit, I forgot my bicycle at the Lex Suites!"

Stiles immediately screamed.

"Don't worry young master, I had it waybilled to the Thomas's while we were upstairs."

"Young master, j highly recommend you move out of the Thomas's, I really don't trust those people."

"They may be rich, but something smells fishy about them, especially their daughter Raya."

The words of Jonathan Jacobs continued ringing through the head of Stiles as he made his way up the wooden stairs to the door of the mansion.

The wooden stairs creaked under his weight as Stiles opened the door he was met with a heavy blow that sent him off his feet and rolling to the base of the stairs.

"Where have you be

en all day?"

"Why hasn't my laundry been done?!"

"You worthless piece of trash."

The voice was cold, detached and laced with disgust.