The payback of Jeremy Xavier

5

"One, two, three... Eight, eight zeroes! One hundred million!"

Jeremy'smouth slightly open as he checked the sender, confirming it was indeed the bank.

The last message he received from this line was the debit alert he got after the transaction he did the previous day to buy the necklace for Hailey.

Jeremy's heart began to beat fast.

'Oh my God! How could this be? I must be daydreaming! Or am I dead? Could this be some kind of advanced hacking technology?’ Different questions raced through his mind as he glazed at the phone.

With trembling hands, Jeremy began pacing, occasionally glancing down at the screen as if the numbers would change. He hesitated before Finally dialing the bank’s customer service number. His hand shook as he pressed each digit, feeling like each second took an eternity.

When the call connected, a sweet female voice chimed in, “Hello, how may I help you today?”

Jeremy swallowed and tried not to sound so nervous.

"Hello. Well, I want to check my account balance. My account number is..."

"Okay, please hold on a moment."

Anxiety ravaged Jeremy as he waited for the result..... Finally, a response came from the other end of the line afterward after ten seconds which felt like the longest ten seconds of his life. However, the customer service representative's voice was unsteady. It was obvious that she was flustered.

"H...Hello, sir. Ahem! Your account balance is one...one hundred million three hundred and fifteen dollars."

"Okay, thank you."

Jeremy calmed down a little after this confirmation. He felt that the middle-aged man who called him a while ago wasn't insane after all. He began to consider his words at this time.

The customer service representative was nervous. She hung up the phone hurriedly without asking Jeremy to rate her service.

It wasn't until she got off the call that she began to beat herself up. She felt that she had just let a golden opportunity slip off her fingers. 'Gosh, you are so stupid. You should have struck up a conversation with him and gotten his phone number. Who knows? You could become his girlfriend or maybe his mistress. You just threw away your one-way ticket out of poverty!'

Meanwhile, jeremy immediately called back the strange caller who had termed scammer.

The man named Stefan answered the phone on the first ring. He had been expecting his call, so he was still holding his phone.

"Hello, Mr. Xavier"

"Who on earth are you? Why did you send me that amount of money??" Jeremy immediately fired questions at him.

"I understand. You're confused and oblivious. But, your real name isn't Jeremy Xavier, but Jeremy Whitmore"

"Excuse me?"

"Yes. You're the heir of Whitmore’s Imperial conglomerate. You're my young Master and you have a family."

For as long as Jeremy could remember, he had no family. He grew up with Caroline forbes whom he called mother.

"Family? I think you are wrong, I don't have a...."

"Mr. Whitmore, your family can't be in contact with you for now. They are currently tied up with something. Please be understanding."

"What nonsense are you spewing?"

"I'm being honest. You're the sole heir to Whitmore Imperial conglomerate and a five hundred billion asset, estates included."

Jeremy wanted to jump in shock but he felt his feet glued to the ground. He couldn't believe what his ears had heard.

"The sole heir to Whitmore Imperial conglomerate and..." he was almost replaying the words of the man in his head when it struck him.

'Whitmore Imperial conglomerate', it rang a bell in his head and he gasped upon coming to realization. He has heard of great things about the Whitmore family at the restaurant and even in malls, sometimes he had paid no attention to the sayings because he was more concerned about making his wife happy.

The Whitmore imperial conglomerate has over fifty recognized companies under them all over the country. They have chains of luxurious hotels too in and across the world, plus estates.

He couldn't believe the man was addressing him, an impoverished delivery man as the heir to the Whitmore Imperial conglomerate.

"Do you mean what you're saying?aren't you…”

"Sorry for cutting you off, young Master, but you're my young Master, no one else.

After a brief pause, he continued in a low voice, "All of your mother's assets in paris are now in your name. Anyway, could you please inform me of where you are? I'm on my way to pay homage to you with all the regional directors!"

"Eh? Pay homage to me?"

"Yes, please where are you right now?'

Jeremy felt tensed, he had no idea what to say."Hmmm..." he shattered as he walked round the sitting feeling unsettled.

"you have to stay calm, mr.Jeremy" The man named Steafan who had already sensed Jeremy’s unease replied calmly on the phone.

Jeremy took a deep breathe, "I...Let's meet at the park, Sunshine pack."

"ok...Mr. Jeremy, We'll arrive there soon." He replied he cut the phone.

"Oh... Okay!" Jeremy hesitated before agreeing reluctantly. He had a lot of questions to ask Stefan, so he thought it was best to meet him face to face. “I will be at the packing lot.” He said before hanging up his phone.

He had chosen the parking lot instead of Tyler’s home because he would like to be alone and hear whatever side of their story without getting distracted or whispers from people. He rushed out of the house in hurry, as soon as he cut his phone.

He soon arrived at the pack and sat at a nearby bench where two Younger men were also seated and watching a YouTube video.

"Gosh! This guy is so rich! Unbelievable!" one of them suddenly exclaimed.

"Who?" his friend asked curiously.

"Look!" The first young man handed the phone to him. "He's so wealthy that I can't tell his net worth. He owns more than ten Rolls-Royce cars in his convoy and he ran a red light!"

"Really? Wow! The road looks kind of familiar. Look at that sign. It seems the convoy is coming towards this direction. Let's go and have a look!"

The two young men stood up and craned their necks to look into the distance.

"Wow! I can see the convoy!"

"This is so awesome. I hope I would be able to buy one of such cars with my life savings!"

"Your life savings? Dude, you think so highly of yourself!"

Jeremy also looked in that direction and saw that a dozen luxury cars were coming at a very high speed. They ignored all the traffic lights. To prevent their car from getting scratched or knocked off the road, all the commuters made way for the convoy. Thus, the luxury cars drove freely on a large path.

The cars orderly formed two lines as soon as they drove into the city square.

In unison, all the doors opened and several men in black suits got out.

"Whoa! What are they doing? How come they are so orderly?”

"Are they YouTubers?"

"Let's be logical here, bro. Even if they are YouTubers, they are a special breed. Their cars are so expensive!"

Many people had gathered here at this time. Scores of others swarmed in like bees just to witness what was happening as soon as they heard the news.

The crowd spoke in hush tones as they stared at the luxury cars and the mysterious men.

It was at this time that Stefan got out of his car slowly. He scanned through the crowd with a frown.

He had come here for one person, but he couldn't find him now. He took out his phone and dialed Jeremy’s number. "we are here."

JEREMY, who was stuck in the middle of the crowd, painstakingly started making his way to the front after receiving the call.

"Hey! You stepped on my toes! Don't push! Stay back there!" the crowd complained.

"I'm sorry, please excuse me!" Jeremy had to apologize again and again.

After a great deal of struggle, he finally managed to get to the front. He took a deep breath and walked to the convoy.

The onlookers were confused.

"Who's that guy? Why is he walking up to them without fear? He must be insane."

They had basically judged jeremy beacuse of his shabby dressing and that was why he was been insulted.

This conversation wafted into Jeremy’s ears, but he ignored them. He just continued to walk up to Stefan and the others.

"Mr. Jeremy!" Stefan first stared at him straight in the eyes before greeting him with a bow.

Behind him, all the men in black suits also bowed and greeted him in unison, "Mr. Whitmore!

The entire city square instantly became as silent as a grave. No one in the crowd made a sound.