A Billionaire's Revenge : I'll Prove I'm not Trash

Chapter 12

Joe massaged his throbbing temples, while Al sat in the car seat breathing heavily. His face was bruised, blood still dripping from the corners of his lips.  

"We need to find out who wanted you dead, Young Master," Joe said in a tense tone.  

Al wiped the blood on his lips with the back of his hand. "They're not trying to kill me. They just wanted to give me a warning."  

Joe looked at him sharply through the rearview mirror. "A warning from who?"  

Al paused, his mind spinning rapidly. He had only been in Cassie's business for a few days, he hadn't made any enemies yet. If there was someone who wanted to get rid of him, then that person had already considered him a threat from the start.  

Elsewhere, a middle-aged man sat in a spacious room with large glass windows overlooking the city center. Hugo Benedict, Cassie's uncle, sipped his wine calmly.  

"Have you taught that man a lesson?" he asked in a low, yet authoritative voice.  

One of his men nodded. "We did, Mr. Hugo. We made sure he understood his position."  

Hugo set his glass on the table. "Good. But don't let her get too comfortable. Keep an eye on her every move."  

His men hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Sir, what if he still tries to control the business?"  

The man smiled slightly. "If he still insists, we'll make him disappear forever."  

Meanwhile, Al sat in Cassie's office at the Mansion, his face still looking tired. Joe stood before him with a worried expression.  

"Mr. Al, I've done a little investigation. The person who attacked you is most likely related to Mr. Hugo, Mrs. Cassie's uncle."  

Al looked up. "Hugo?"  

Satria nodded. "He's the brother of Madame Cassie's father. After her father died, he was the one who tried to control the company. But since the will named Mrs. Cassie as the main heir, he couldn't do anything about it. And now, when you start taking over, he might feel that his position is getting threatened."  

Al leaned his back, pondering. "So, she wants to get rid of me because she's not willing to let me take over the business?"  

"Very likely," Satria replied.  

Al let out a long breath. "That means he'll be watching my every move."  

Satria looked at him seriously. "You can't face him alone, sir. You need protection."  

Al smiled a little, though his lips still stung. "I won't back down just because someone tries to take me down."  

In Cassie's room, it was quiet. The woman was lying on the bed with a pale face. Her eyes were open, staring at the ceiling blankly.  

Al sat beside her, holding her hand gently. "How are you feeling today?"  

Cassie smiled faintly. "A little better. But I heard something happened to you this afternoon."  

Al rubbed her fingers. "Don't worry. I only got a small warning."  

Cassie frowned. "A warning from whom?"  

Al hesitated for a moment before answering. "Hugo."  

Cassie stiffened. "Uncle Hugo?"  

Al nodded. "He's not happy about me getting involved in this business."  

Cassie took a deep breath, her eyes wandering. "I expected this to happen. He always thought that this company was his."  

Al looked at her deeply. "I won't let him take what's rightfully yours."  

Cassie smiled slightly. "You know, I never asked you for this."  

"I know," Al nodded. "But I'm already a part of your life. I won't let anyone else bother you."  

Cassie squeezed his hand weakly. "Take care of yourself, Al."  

"I'm more worried about you," Al said softly.  

Cassie closed her eyes for a moment. "I'll be fine, as long as you're here."  

Al kissed the back of her hand. "I'm not going anywhere."