The Hidden Billionaire Boss

CHAPTER 3

THE INCOMING TRUTH

Bruce looked at the man who was standing in front of him with disgust.

“Who are you calling the master?!” Bruce retorted angrily

“Who are you calling the master?!” Bruce retorted angrily

He thought the man must have lost his way, and for him to come to bother him was enough to piss him off.

He tried walking away, but the man spoke.

“Sorry, Master, your father, Mr. Astor Clinton, sent us to you. He would like to meet you, "the young man said shortly.

The name the young man mentioned left Bruce stopping right in his tracks.

He looked back at the young man to see if there were any traces of jokes, and it was obvious the man was dead serious.

Bruce was puzzled at the name the man had mentioned, and it showed right on his face.

“What did you just say?” He found himself whispering in disbelief.

“Your father sent us to you, sir. He told us to take you with us, "the man repeated.

“I heard that part. Whose name did you just mention??” Bruce asked again, trying to get the assurance that he had heard the right name.

“Mr. Astor Clinton, sir?” The young man repeated himself with a serious face.

Bruce’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the man.

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Astor Clinton was the name of his father.

He had never seen him in his entire life, but he had seen his name (Aston Clinton) on his birth certificate as his father.

Bruce had asked his mother about it, and all he learnt was that his father was a successful businessman.

All attempts to trace his father had proved futile, and his mother was never willing to speak to him about his father.

Bruce had given up and lived with his mother quietly for all these years.

Although he was never well to do, Hannah, his mother, had done all her possible best to take her son through school till he had completed his university education, and now, her death.

Bruce had grown up alone with his mother and without a father. And now, just when his mother died, he was hearing about his father for the first time in twenty-eight years of his life, alone with nobody but his mother.

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Bruce was puzzled as he heard the name again.

He scrutinised the young man in front of him with a stern face.

Although he had been eager to meet his father all his life, he felt angry at this moment after hearing from him.

Maybe this was not the right time for him to meet his father.

Not after his mother died a few minutes ago.

However, not knowing who he was talking to at the moment, he continued to converse with the man, trying to see if he could get any proof that this man knew who exactly his father was.

“How do I believe you were sent by him?” Bruce asked, trying to keep his composure.

The man smiled and opened the door of the car.

He reached in for something and took it out.

There were photographs in his hand.

He handed them over to Bruce.

Bruce took the pictures from the man.

The first picture was of a baby and a young man.

He recognised the baby as himself and the young man as his supposed father.

He had seen the same picture in his mother’s photo album before, and his mother had explained that the man in the picture with him was his father.

Bruce looked at the man standing in front of him suspiciously.

He wondered how the man had come across this picture, and now he began to tremble, knowing that the words of this young man could be true.

He flipped onto the second picture, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at what he saw.

He placed the first picture by the side of the second as if to compare the pictures.

His mouth involuntarily opened wide as he looked at the two pictures simultaneously. 

He looked up in disbelief at the young man who wore a wide smile on his face now.

“ You… You mean the famous MartClint is my father?” Bruce asked in shock.

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MartClint was a well-known business mogul and billionaire in the country. He was widely known by everyone as MartClint, after his business name.

Not many people knew his name, and Bruce was one of those people.

A lot of times, a younger Bruce had always told his mother that he would like to grow up to become like the billionaire, MartClint, and his mother had always smiled at him with the words, “You will be very rich, even more than MartClint, because you are his blood.”

A young Bruce had always giggled happily about this since he did not understand what his mother meant.

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Now, it looked like everything was becoming very clear to him.

He looked at the smiling man, and the man nodded in approval to his question.

It was now all making sense to him. He had always grown up to love the man without knowing him because he wanted to become a successful businessman like him, and his mother had always supported him.

Bruce shook his head vigorously and continuously to see if he was dreaming.

“Please come with me, sir. Your father wants to meet you,” the man said as he glanced at his wristwatch.

Bruce heaved a sigh, still astonished at the revelation.

He looked at the man and then at the pictures in his hand.

After convincing himself enough that this could not be a dream, a threat, or a scam, he hesitantly decided to go with the men and see for himself.

After all, he suddenly had a lot of unanswered questions.

He walked slowly to the car and sat in it.

The man sat in it too and closed the door.

The driver revived the engine and drove away slowly from the spot, with Bruce in the car.