The Young Billlionaire's Vengeance

Chapter Twenty-four

The Rolls Royce stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

“Welcome sir”, Steve, one of the doormen greeted as he opened the door of the Rolls Royce. Alistair patted his back, giving him his watch and phone as they proceeded to go up the stairs. The door was swung open before he even got to the lady step and he entered, the doorman behind him.

Layla was in the living room.

“Hey”, she said, in a calm, soothing way, rising from the sofa.

She walked over to where he was and they hugged.

“How was work?”

“It was great.”, He responded, looking around and wondering why there were boxes everywhere.

Layla noticed his distracted expression. “Oh those came earlier today. They said they were from the old house”

“Oh yeah. My parents’ things”, he said, remembering suddenly.

“What exactly?”

“Framed pictures, some of my father's old things I guess. Mostly pictures though”

“Ohh …”

“It was all moved to some warehouse actually after my parents died. I'm guessing courtesy of my Uncle Charlie”

There was an awkw