Prized Possession:
Author: Lonely Wolf
last update2023-09-22 04:27:13

"Can I give you the funds so that your son can begin treatment?" Leonard asked, raising his brows.

Keith glanced at him surprised, " Leonard, you know what I like about you?" 

Leonard shook his head.

Keith sighed and held his shoulder. " Your sense of humor and your helpful spirit. I appreciate your help my friend, I really do but we both know that you don't have such money and I wouldn't want to burden you with my own problems, you got yours to settle."

Leonard smiled slightly at him. He felt the urge to tell Keith about everything, but it wasn't the right time to do so. His past...was too dark. The more he knew,the worse it was for him.

"I think I have to leave now, can't afford to leave my kid alone in the house. Take care of yourself, buddy," Keith said, tapping him on his shoulders before walking away, buried in his thoughts.

"I promise you Keith, as soon as I have everything sorted out, I will help you and your son." Leonard said to himself, with a sad smile on his face.

He sat steadily on the pavement, examining the bag he just got back with excitement. He must find something!

Twenty minutes later...

"Shit!"

He tossed the bag aside and cursed, disappointed.

Nothing!

He had examined every corner of the bag ten times, but found nothing.

Lying down on the pavement with disappointment,he tried to recall every possible details that could possibly related to his past.

One minute later,he suddenly opened his eyes and stood up immediately.

The black bag!

Leonard remembered getting saved by Trisha's father, but with him was a bag which was still at Trisha's home.

His ex mother-in-law didn't send it to the restaurant.

If it was with him when he was saved that means it could be related to his past and he might be able to find answers to his questions.

He needed to get it. Bracing himself, taking in deep breaths, he walked back to Trisha's home.

After arriving,before getting in,a familiar voice sounded inside.

"Mom, can you imagine Leonard coming into the bank today with a stolen card claiming he was some sort of billionaire?" Trisha said angrily.

"That's good for nothing bastard!" Trisha's mother swore, gritting her teeth. "I am glad you both are divorced now or else he would have involved you in his crime. I always knew nothing good could come from him. I warned your father but he never listened."

" I saw him today," Cordelia said, crossing her left leg over the right. 

"Really?" Trisha mouthed, wide eyed.

"Yeah, I was driving,and his stupid friend almost hit my car.I had to make a sudden turn and made my car get scratched! Damn it!"

" What?!"

" Mother, I really think he's insane. You needed to see the dangerous look in his eyes when he was speaking to me. He wanted to kill me!"

Their mother sighed, leaning back on the couch.

"Of course he is. I think the good-for-nothing is stranded and needs money. That is why he let his friend did that. He only wanted to extort money from you. Luckily we have gotten rid of him now."

Leonard stood by the door listening to their conversation. He folded his fists with anger visible in his eyes.

He was glad and felt lucky that he had gotten rid of this family.

He took slow steps to the living room and cleared his throat, attracting their attention towards him.

They stared at him, wide eyed.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Their mother barked at him. " You had better leave here at once or I will call the police to arrest a thief."

Leonard didn't want to waste any time with them.

"I didn't come here to cause any problems. I only came to take my stuff. The black bag I left." He said briefly.

Cordelia chuckled and sneered at him. "You're so poor that even a little thing like a bag is very important to you. Well, I am not surprised," she said, laughing.

"You shameless bastard! Do not think you'll get one more penny from us!"  Cordelia's mother yelled,glaring at Leonard.

"Well,I’ve heard that there's a vacancy for a cleaner in the company where I work. " Cordelia looked up at Leonard, blinked her eye.

"If you knee down and kiss my feet,I'll recommend you to work there. What do you say?" She folded her arms,saying with a mocking smile on her face.

"I suggest you mind your own business and be quiet." Leonard said coldly,without even looking at her.

"Ungrateful thing!" Cordelia snorted,spat at him,"then I'd like to see you begging on the street!"

"He's not qualified to be even a cleaner in Miles Cooperation. That's too much above his level. " Trisha rolled her eyes and said impatiently, running upstairs.

She came back a few minutes later with a black bag and threw it at his feet.

"Here's your most prized possession. Leave and I don't want to see you anywhere near us. Martin won't be happy to see that." 

Leonard raised his eyebrow,bent low,took his bag from the floor,and took one last glance at them all, "You would regret what you have just done."

With that, he walked out of the house amidst their mocking laughter.

"Empty threats!" They yelled at him, amidst laughter.

Empty? Let's see...

Leonard stared at the closed door behind him,holding the bag in his hand. 

He was no longer that weak man who'd like to bear any insults and bullies without complaining. 

From now on,any one who dared to do that should pay the price.

Taking out his phone, he dialed the director's number and said with something dangerous flashed in his eyes.

He wouldn't mind playing a game with them.

"Do you know Miles Corporation, Miss Amanda?" 

" Oh yeah, I do. Any problem, Mr Leonard?" She asked.

"Could you purchase the company for me?"

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