The Ultimate Heir.

Chapter nine

Within a designated office at Spade's Delivery Home, a man with a protruding belly was visibly agitated, pacing incessantly.

This restlessness was triggered by the reception of numerous phone calls from an anonymous private number, which had previously engaged in a business agreement with him.

"Where the hell is my package, asshole?!" A voice yelled on the other end of the phone, exasperated. "I didn't give you all that money for nothing. This is the fifth hour since you told me my package was on its way. What the hell is going on there anyway?!"

"Look, sir, this has never happened before. I already ordered your package to be delivered to you. Your package left the company a long time ago. I think the fault lies with the delivery person and I can't get through to..." Crassus tried to explain but was interrupted by the furious voice on the other end of the phone.

"How is that my business? I only want my package delivered along with the delivery person I paid for. I don't care how you do it, but I want my order before the next hour or I'll make sure your little company suffers a huge setback until you're forced to shut it down."

The call was disconnected before Crassus could say a word.

Frustrated and angry, he slammed his hands on the desk as if to break it.

"Where the hell are you, Zale?! I'll kill you if anything happens to my business! Besides, you're fired!" Crassus shouted in a booming tone.

He had been trying to reach Zale the whole time but was unable to do that.

It was already the fifth hour since Zale left his office, and he had yet to deliver a single package.

''Did he get into an accident?" Crassus muttered to himself, deep in thought. That would explain why Zale had been unable to deliver the package since he left five hours ago.

But after some thought, Crassus shook his head and said, "No, that cannot be the case. This idiot has been doing this job for years. He wouldn't have been involved in an accident so easily. I think he did it on purpose so my company would suffer. That son of a bitch!"

…

In an empty warehouse on a quiet street only few passed by, a young gentleman could be seen sitting comfortably on a wooden chair like a mafia boss, while two burly men stood next to him.

He had just finished a phone conversation with a certain person and judging by his expression, he didn't look pleased.

A deep frown settled on his face as he looked at his watch and saw the time. He squinted his eyes, showing his annoyance.

It was almost six o'clock in the evening. He had been waiting for Zale for over five hours inside this stinking warehouse to teach him an unforgettable lesson, but all his efforts had been in vain.

'You won't be so lucky next time, Zale. I'll surely double your beating for wasting my time today. Just you wait,' Lennon said subconsciously, gritting his teeth in irritation.

He took a deep breath to calm himself before saying, "I don't think the target will make it. We'll come back another time. I'm leaving now. You two should go, too."

Lennon left the warehouse and entered his car. James was already waiting for him in the car, so they left immediately.

"You want me to go home, mate?" James asked respectfully. He noticed Lennon wasn't in a good mood, so he held back and spoke only when necessary.

"Yeah," Lennon responded briefly. After a few moments, he added, "I want Shape's Delivery Home on the rocks before the end of this week. Make it happen."

James nodded and drove silently.

….

Zale decided not to call another person and wait until he got home.

He would only be insulted more if he called another person in Jenkins's household, so he decided to travel on and hope his wife was safe.

About two hours later, he arrived at the gate of Jenkins' estate. He got out of the cab, paid the cab driver, and stormed into the house.

As he entered the premises of the Jenkins mansion, he noticed a red, flashy sports car that was not always there.

Having lived in the mansion for about two years, he knew every single car in the mansion and its owners. But the red sports car was a bit strange to him; he had never seen it there before.

However, since he had to check on his wife, he ignored the car and entered the mansion.

Call it bad luck or whatever, as he entered the mansion, his mother-in-law and sister-in-law were sitting at the dining table, glaring at him with contempt.

Zale knew something was up, but he didn't know what.

"What's going on?" Zale asked them.

His mother-in-law stood up and got in his face. "What's going on? I'll tell you what's going on! You didn't do the laundry before you went to work today!"

Zale was taken aback by her response. "I'm sorry, I forgot."

"You forgot?" his sister-in-law, Elsher, who was the eldest daughter of the Jenkins family and also Adams's wife, chimed in. "What kind of a husband are you? You can't even do the basic things that are expected of you!"

Zale tried to defend himself. "I was in a hurry today, and I forgot. I'll do it tomorrow."

His mother-in-law wasn't having it. "That's not good enough. You need to be responsible and make sure your wife and I have clean clothes to wear."

Zale felt intimidated and mocked. He didn't know how to respond to their verbal attacks, so he stayed silent.

Elsher got up from the chair and walked over to Zale. "Maybe you need a reminder of your place in this family." With that, she slapped him across the face.

Zale was stunned. He couldn't believe they would treat him this way over something as simple as laundry.

His mother-in-law and sister-in-law continued to heckle him as he stood there, trying to hide his tears.

He felt powerless and trapped, like he couldn't do anything to make things right.

When they finally stopped shouting, Zale proceeded to his bedroom, feeling defeated and alone.