All Chapters of HE LOST HIS DAUGHTER ONCE, NOW HE’S A RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 91
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GOOD AT CALCULATIONS
“Then I'll do it.”Norway's expression softened with approval, and he leaned back in his chair as Brandon closed his hands over the edge of the folder.“Good. I was hoping you would accept.”A few moments later, Collin returned carrying a thick folder and placed it carefully on the desk in front of Brandon.“Everything you need is in there, sir.”Norway nodded. “Leave us.”Collin gave a respectful nod and stepped out, closing the door behind him.Brandon pulled the folder closer and opened it. The first few pages contained a brief overview of the project, followed by financial statements, market research, supplier agreements, projected expenses and several reports prepared by previous consultants.He read through the material without rushing.Norway remained quiet, allowing him to work through the information himself. He had expected Brandon to skim the documents and start asking questions, but the young man carefully compared figures between different sections, occasionally returning
WHAT KIND OF PROBLEMS?
“Something about these numbers doesn't add up.”Brandon sat at the small dining table in his apartment with Norway's folder open in front of him. He had been going through the documents again since returning home, comparing the financial statements with the supplier agreements and the previous project reports.The more carefully he examined them, the less convinced he became that the project was simply suffering from poor management.He opened another document on his laptop and entered the names of the three companies that had caught his attention.All three had different names, different registration numbers and different listed directors. On paper, there was nothing immediately suspicious about them.Brandon checked their addresses, and his fingers stopped on the keyboard, the three companies were registered at the same building.“That can't be a coincidence.”He leaned closer to the screen and compared the dates of their registrations. One had been established less than two months
WHAT ACCOUNT?
“Why is this taking so long? Aren’t bank issues like this usually resolved within a few days?”Jake sat at his desk, staring at the banking notification on his laptop. He refreshed the page, hoping the message would disappear, but the same warning remained on the screen.Your account has been temporarily restricted pending verification.He tried logging in again, but the banking portal displayed the same notice.“What kind of verification is this?”He picked up the second phone he had been using since his own phone stopped working and immediately called the bank. He had already spent the better part of the morning trying to get an explanation, but every answer had been vague."What the hell is wrong with them? It's just a simple call, why aren't they answering? From the past two days I'm trying to contact them but I'm getting same annoying response.... Either they answer today, or I'll report them." After several minutes on hold, a representative finally came onto the line.“Mr. Jake
HOW LONG?
A knock came from the doorway.Jake turned sharply to see Leo walking inside holding a small box.“Daddy, can we buy the new Lego set today?”Jake stared at him without responding, as he isn't in a mood to play along with Leo's request at this moment."Daddy, why aren't you responding to me?""Leo, Daddy is busy right now, whatever it is, we will talk later." Leo moved closer and lifted the box excitedly.“No, we need to talk right now, that's it, you promised me you'll buy me a Lego set and playstation, it's been days, but daily you're coming with new excuses. You said I could choose where to put both Lego set and playstation when we move to the new house…. When are you buying those for me and when are we moving to a new house?" Jake rubbed his forehead. “Not now, Leo…. Go and play.”“But you promised.”“I said not now.” Jake said coldly, but Leo wasn't someone who understands his father's frustration and acted stubborn. “But you said we were going to have a big house and my own r
HOW MUCH TIME?
“Mr. Jake, we have been standing outside your door for the past twenty minutes. Open it and talk to us.”Jake sat silently on the other side of the door, his phone pressed against his ear as he listened to the voices in the hallway. He had recognized two of the men immediately. They were representatives of creditors he had promised to pay earlier in the week, back when he still believed the money in his account would remain available whenever he needed it.Now he had no idea what to tell them.His bank account was still restricted, and every attempt to access the funds had ended with the same message. He had contacted the bank several times, but nobody had given him a clear explanation about when the restriction would be removed.He glanced toward the ringing phone on the table. It was the furniture seller he had ordered several expensive pieces from, and they had been calling repeatedly about the pending payment and delivery arrangements.The sight only irritated him further. Most of
END OF THE WEEK
“We need to discuss your outstanding payment,” the creditor reminded him, his tone becoming increasingly firm.Jake tightened his grip on the phone, struggling to keep his voice under control. “I’ve told you repeatedly that I’m doing everything I can to arrange the money. Even now, I’m still looking for a way to clear your debt. I swear, the moment I get the money, you’ll be the first person I pay off.”For the first time, he decided to be honest. Unlike his other creditors, this man was ruthless and dangerous, and Jake couldn’t afford to lie to or offend someone like him.“We've heard that before as well, Mr. Jake. Every time you've asked for more time, you've promised that the payment would be made soon. Just a few days ago, you were speaking to us with plenty of arrogance. Where is that attitude now? Why don't you show us the same confidence by paying what you owe?”Jake's patience began to wear thin. He paced across the living room, glancing at the door as if he was expecting anot
WAS I?
“Finally, you're home!”Brandon stopped the moment he opened the door and found Victoria standing in the living room. She was sitting comfortably on the sofa with her handbag beside her, looking so relaxed that for a moment he wondered whether he had somehow walked into the wrong apartment because from the past few days she started as if the apartment belongs to her rather than to him.He closed the door behind him and let out a tired sigh. “It's becoming a habit of yours, coming to my apartment whenever you want like this.”“Well, I know your door code, so I can come to your apartment whenever I want,” Victoria replied with a smile as she stood up from the sofa. “Besides, I don't think you're actually angry with me.”Brandon gave her a brief glance before walking farther inside. “I'm too tired to be angry with you Victoria."“Woah! That sounds like permission for me to keep coming.”“Come on, when did I even say that?" Brandon looked at her in surprise.Victoria chuckled. “You didn't
I HAVE MY OWN WAYS
“No…” Victoria answered immediately, and judging by the way Brandon continued studying her, she knew he wasn't satisfied. Before he could press her with another question, she continued, “Trust me, I didn't offer her anything either. I didn't even meet her. I simply handled it in my own way, that's it." Brandon watched her calmly.Part of him believed she was telling the truth. If Victoria had actually met Lyra and negotiated with her personally, he doubted Lyra and Jake would have behaved the way they did at the investors' meet or at the entrance of Norway's company. They had accused him of becoming some old woman's puppet and mocked him for using cheap tricks to win the attention of an old woman, which suggested that Lyra had no idea Victoria was involved.Still, that didn't explain how Victoria had managed to make everything happen so easily.He wasn't completely convinced by her answer, even if he couldn't find anything obviously wrong with it.“Then what exactly did you do? How
MOM, DON'T LEAVE ME
“What’s taking you so long in the kitchen? Is everything okay?” Brandon called from the living room.“Yeah, everything’s fine,” Victoria replied. “I’m just helping you with the dishes.”She was standing beside the kitchen counter with her sleeves slightly rolled up, holding one of the plates she had been trying to wash. She had already managed to make a small mess because she had no idea how to handle such chores properly, but instead of getting angry, Brandon was more concerned about her.“You don't have to do such things, especially with those plates. If one of them breaks, you could hurt yourself.”He had walked from the living room and immediately tried to stop her from doing those. “Its okay, I can wash a few plates,” she said, turning toward him.“You brought the food, so you've already done enough. There’s no need for you to do the dishes as well,” he remarked with a small smile.Victoria insisted, “It won't take long.”Brandon reached for the plate from her hand. “Go sit down
I PROMISE
“Dad, are we really going to stay here?”Leo glanced at Jake with a puzzled expression. He couldn't understand why his father had brought him to Lyra's house instead of taking him to the big house he had promised. However, he was too afraid to question him or make a scene after being beaten by his father just the previous day.Jake looked down at Leo as they stood outside Lyra's house. The boy was holding onto his hand, his expression already carefully arranged into the frightened look Jake had instructed him to keep.He had already spoken to Lyra over the phone and told her that he would explain everything properly when they met in person. Before arriving, he had given Leo clear instructions on how to behave and what to say, making sure the boy understood exactly what he needed to do so that their plan would go exactly as he wanted.“We don't have anywhere else to go, just act like I've taught you, in that way we can be safe here for a few days till dad sort out everything,” Jake rep