The Billion Dollars Revenge

Chapter 7

He entered his office, shut the door, pulled off his suit and threw it on the office couch before sitting. He looked into the mirror opposite the leather couch. His face was beginning to show more wrinkles and his hair was mostly gray yet he would make one of the fittest sixty-five-year-olds in the world. But beyond it, he could see his plan coming to an end.

A knock hit his door.

He looked at the door and asked who it was.

It was Charlie.

He opened the door and went back to sitting.

“Tell me what all that was,” he said, his naturally baritone voice coming out husky.

Charlie pushed his glasses closer to his face. He was already sweaty and shaking. "Sir, my sources said it was the same guy that saved her from the accident ten years ago.”

He raised his head to look at Charlie. “How on earth did she find the guy?”

“She had had a private detective looking for him for the past two years, sir,” Charlie said, his voice shaky. But that’s the way Charlie has always been around him.

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