The Return of The Zillionaire Heir

Chapter 6: Rats Drive Lamborghinis

A hundred billion dollars?"

Ethan came from money. He had grown up with a silver spoon, having everything he wanted delivered to him. But the past three years broke him.

It broke him to the extent that seeing such an amount of money drove him into shock.

His eyes popped as he stared for minutes at his phone, unbelieving of the number of zeros present there.

"Do you think your father and I didn't know how badly that bitch and her family treated you?" The skin underneath Aaron's eye twitched.

His family had known everything. Yet it was his choice to leave, so they could only watch how pathetic he had become from the sidelines.

"I'm not surprised, uncle. You both tend to always know everything." Ethan narrowed his eyes at his uncle.

"Well, it's in the past," he said, patting his arm. "This gesture was just pocket money for you. Nothing compares to this zillion-dollar dynasty, which could be yours."

"I gave you my word."

"Your word means little against action."

Ethan spread his arms, gesturing to everything around him. "What? What am I supposed to do right now that will prove to you that I'm ready to get my revenge?"

"Go and pick Nadia up at her school. I'm sure she would be happy to see you. I've told her stories." He smiled, mischief dancing in his eyes.

"And that's supposed to comfort me, old man?"

Aaron chuckled. He enjoyed messing with his nephew a lot. He had shown Nadia the family photo book. She had seen Ethan as a big-headed baby and in each of his graduation photos.

Ethan glared at him jokingly. "I know that look. Damn you."

"Hurry. She can be impatient."

"I'll take a taxi. My bicycle is still at the"

Aaron spared him a mocking glance. "Ethan, what abomination did you just speak of?"

"It's not a flashy car, I know," Ethan said, rolling his eyes. "But the old thing has been with me ever since."

"Dynasty heirs do not ride bicycles; they drive them." Aaron pointed at the gate of the Walton house.

Just then, a Lamborghini rolled into the premises in style. Ethan's jaw dropped at how luxurious the car looked. He imagined himself sitting in the driver's seat, manning the wheels.

"Cat got your tongue?" Aaron shook his head.

Mortified, Ethan blinked. "I will be on my way."

He approached the vehicle, taking tentative steps. It seemed surreal that he was going to be driving that. Ethan hesitated before ducking and settling inside the amazing sports car.

Everything around him smelled expensive. The leather. Ethan kicked the car into drive and headed for Nadia's university as her designated driver.

When he arrived at the school, he knew he would turn heads. More so, he wasn't dressed in any special way to own a car like this. just the jeans and t-shirt he had requested Damian prepare for him before they left the hospital.

Ethan parked the car in the lot, stepping down and heading into the school with only a name up his sleeve. He stopped the first student he came across.

The red curls atop the student's head bounced as she shook her head. "No, I don't know her."

Ethan sighed. Then, he rested against the entrance of a building inside the university, placing a call to Damian.

He didn’t like the fact that he had to play driver, and now she was already pissing him off.

"Didn't my uncle inform his ward that I was coming to pick her up?"

"He did. I will inform Ms. Nadia again."

"Thank you." Ethan turned off the cellphone, leaning off the wall and following the train of students going in and out.

He noticed the eyes his ride attracted. It was a lot. People were taking pictures and wondering what kind of celebrity had come to visit their school. They would be disappointed to know it was just plain Ethan Walton and not some hot shot.

Suddenly, he saw her.

Nadia walked among a group of girls. She was fixing her black hair in a bun as she walked, totally involved in the conversation they were all having.

Ethan noticed her white crop top and those cute jean pants that hugged her curves perfectly. She was a beautiful woman.

"Nadia," he called her.

She looked up at her friends as they all came to a halt.

"Yes? How may I help you?" That sharp arch of her brow told him that she was the difficult, feisty kind.

"Let's go home," Ethan said.

Everyone paused, looking between him and her. He was a total stranger. They had never seen him before—not that it could have been possible.

Nadia crossed her arms over her chest. "And who are you supposed to be?"

"Damian must have—"

"Oh! My driver?" She snickered with her friends while Ethan pursed his lips, slightly annoyed at her attitude.

"More like your babysitter, but the sooner you get into my car, the sooner you'll understand." He raised his voice to be heard above their snickering.

Her blonde friend laughed louder at Ethan's expense. "Guys, did he just point at the Lamborghini?"

"If he's Nadia's driver, then it would make sense," another one said.

The blonde one countered again. "He's obviously a stalker with a bad game."

Ethan and Nadia were locked in a staring game. Neither wanted to back down. He knew that Damian had called her, and she currently pretended to not know who he was.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not a stalker. She knows exactly who I am." Ethan didn't take his eyes away as he defended himself.

A moment of war passed between them. She didn't like him, and the feeling was mutual.

Nadia also didn't uncross her arms. "I'll catch you guys later."

She shouldered him, heading for the parking lot. It took a moment for Ethan to catch up with her fast strides.

"Where's your ride, step-cousin?" She bit out on purpose.

"Care to share why you despise a total stranger first?" Ethan walked with his back for a second in front of her. "I didn't even get the chance to introduce myself."

"Oops. Damian has already done that for you. However, the last time I checked, Uncle Jon got rid of you."

"The past is the past for a reason. I'm back now."

Nadia walked up to the Lamborghini once she realized that was where they were headed. He hadn’t been bluffing. Aaron fixed him up. So she blocked Ethan's path, fuming.

"Yes, you are, but why don't you go back to whatever hole you crawled out of?"

Ethan stepped closer, lowering his voice. "Someone feels threatened."

"Get over yourself, hun. The dynasty is the last thing I care about."

Nadia hissed before rounding the car and getting into the only other seat available. She maintained silence throughout the entire ride, making it clear again that they would never be friends.

"I don't want to go home."

"But uncle Aaron said—"

"I know what the old man said, Ethan, but the fact remains: I have somewhere else to go."

Ethan pressed the gas, contemplating. He was already not on good terms with her for reasons he had no clue about. His uncle just accepted him back. There was no room for disobedience.

The next turn led home. Ethan knew he had to decide fast.

"I can take you home first, then..."

She deadpanned. "Not going to happen." Nadia tried the door handle, becoming restless. "Let me down instead."

Ethan reached out, placing a hand on her thigh while working the steering. "Stay put, Nadia. Nadia!"

Eventually, Ethan succeeded in keeping her inside the car as he sped to the location she demanded. He had no idea what was going on down there, but he wanted to make a good first impression.

Traffic was heavy on the way.

Ethan tried to avoid the next red light, but that choice had put him and Nadia in grave danger.

A phantom came right into their path, crashing into them.