Betrayed Fiance Becomes Billionaire Boss, Ex Wants Him Back

Chapter 3

At that moment, Caiden was already seated inside a Rolls-Royce, leaving Howard Hospital.

His phone suddenly rang, and to his surprise, it was Maelie calling.

Since their relationship had ended, Caiden saw no reason to respond.

However, the phone kept ringing repeatedly, as if it were something urgent.

With a slight frown, he eventually answered.

“Caiden, listen to me. Turn yourself in right now!” Maelie’s voice came through sharply, catching him off guard.

“You're in possession of the Black Unlimited Card, have you lost your mind?  I don't know how you even managed to get it but have you thought of the legal consequences? You still have time to surrender yourself and the card. Don’t worry, with my influence in Louisiana, I’ll do everything I can to keep you out of prison!” Her tone carried both anger and disappointment.

At that moment, Caiden finally understood she believed he had stolen the card.

“You’re mistaken. I didn’t steal it,” he replied calmly, unwilling to elaborate further.

Maelie’s frustration grew. “Caiden, are you seriously still denying it? Nevan and the employees from Howard Hospital have already told me everything.” Her accusing tone made Caiden feel a chill.

“Maelie, is that really how you see me? You’d rather believe someone like Nevan than me?”

Maelie paused, her voice softening slightly. “I’m sorry if this hurts your pride, Caiden, but this is no small matter. This card is owned by the richest man in the world, my dad. How did you manage to get this from him?” 

“Don’t you understand?” She stressed. “See….If don't confess on time, I can’t shield you from what is to come!”

Caiden let out a faint scoff at her misplaced confidence.

“So even now, you’re convinced I stole it?” Caiden let out a hint of mockery. 

“Fine, believe whatever you want. Call the police if you like. I’m not afraid.”

“Caiden, why are you being so…”

Before she could finish, Caiden ended the call.

Maelie stared at her phone in disbelief, her lips slightly parted.

The Caiden she knew would never have hung up on her like that.

Never…

Not even once in the three years they lived together.

Not only that, he had rejected what she believed was sincere advice.

“Caiden, I never thought you could be this stubborn……and wicked,” she murmured, slowly thinking maybe he got this card somehow from her dad. She tried calling again. The phone was on voicemail. 

“Hmm…..” She slapped her tight so hard in frustration. 

Pete came to mind. Her dad's PA over there in London, the man who knew everything about him. 

The moment Pete picked, she was already asking, “Please where's my dad? Why is he not picking his calls?” 

“Ma'am?” Pete asked in shock. He had never heard Maelie this panicked even when she called in an emergency. 

“Where's my dad?” Her pitch went high. “I've been trying to reach him but it's going to voicemail?” 

“Mr. Logan is fine. He just left today for an urgent trip to return something. I guess he will respond to you when he lands.” 

“Did he go with his black card?” Maelie snapped in quickly. 

“I….. I can't really tell.” Pete stammered, Maelie’s heart stopped. There was a chaotic silence, one which rode her heart almost to an attack. 

Pete sensed it. “You know I didn't go with Mr. Logan today, so can't tell.” He spoke in a dismissive tone.

Maelie paused in deep thoughts for a while. Her dad always walked around with three things. His phone, the Black Card and his PA. Even for short distances, why not then for a trip? What's wrong? What did he go to deliver?

 “I'm sorry ma'am but I have to go now. I have a really pressing need.” Before Maelie could reply, he'd already cut the call. 

Maelie’s jaw dropped. Her mind refreshed with memories of her accompanying her dad for business summits and he was always with that card. He used it during Auctions, purpose of luxury items which he loved when appropriate. 

Panic and anger rushed through Maelie, she paced around the room, still thinking of the response Pete gave her. 

“Something is definitely wrong.” 

She pulled up her phone and called her dad again. It rang. The panic dropped a bit. “I'm on my way. We will talk soon.” Mr. Logan said, cutting the call off. It was so sudden, just like his PA did. 

This doubled her doubt instead of curing it. 

“On his way? Where to? Here?” 

“Maelie, did you forget? Tonight is the Auction for the new Springville Garden Estate Apartments. Many elite buyers in Louisiana are set to come. Maybe that's what he's heading for. He has to be there.” 

“Why didn't he tell me?” 

It hit her mind quickly. His dad once told her he got the largest share here. 

Being the Chief shareholder, either he comes in person or asks her to represent him. Already she got an invitation to the event. 

“You’re right. You're right.”

“While waiting for him, don't you think we should send men after Caiden before he escapes?” 

Maelie’s senses rang in high alert. “True!”

“It's even good if dad is coming here. We will catch him red-handed.” 

Meanwhile, Caiden got into the Rolls-Royce. Those who saw him whispered. Caiden spared no look. 

“Let’s go.” He said to his driver, Michael Vance. 

“Yes, boss.”

As the Rolls-Royce was heading to his home at the Springville Estate, Michael turned toward Caiden. “Mr. Howard, should I handle this? Just give the word, and I can bring both her and her new man on their knees overnight. They’d disappear from Louisiana completely. They’re nothing but trash.”

And he meant it. To be a driver to someone like Caiden, he, himself was great. He knew about what happened to his boss even when Caiden chose to handle it independently.

Seated calmly in the back, Caiden replied, “My relationship with Maelie may be over, but I’m not someone who seeks petty revenge. That’s beneath us, Michael.”

He added, “By the way, Michael, you’re now the richest and most prominent staff. Try to leave behind some of those habits from your past. You don’t need to curse all the time.”

Michael chuckled awkwardly. “You’re right, boss. I’ll work on being more refined. But reaching your level of emotional tolerance? That’ll be difficult!”

Caiden smirked. Michael thought he was weak, not knowing he had his plans. 

“Stop!” Caiden told Vance a few meters to arrive at the estate. “I want to go in unnoticed.”  Driving in a limited model of Rolls Royce will surely get him noticed and Caiden didn't want to show off just yet. He was just transitioning. 

Michael had no choice but to comply. Caiden waved at him to go. “I can take care of myself, go back to work.” Michael had other duties to attend to at the company. Caiden waited until he left, sighed and reached into the King's Block. 

No one was in sight. He felt relieved his plans worked. 

“Heyy, what are you doing there?” A deep, brash voice came from behind. Caiden turned to see a tall, bulky man in security verse with a baton in hand. Five others followed after him, all with bloodshot eyes like those high in drugs.