Return Of The Tycoon Billionaire

“Beep, beep, beep.”

The sound of the heart monitor carried the words the medical staff were too anxious to say.

The white walls of the ward loomed in. Carrying with it a heavy rhythm of silence.

Lucian Cross laid motionless on the bed, attached to his body were a number of life support equipment.

Mist formed in the ventilator which showed his slow and steady breath.

“I think it's time we put an end to this.” The senior staff whispered to the other.

His younger colleague opened his mouth slightly, no words came out. Eyes bunged with defiance.

“We can't do that, we need the signature of his family.”

The senior colleague waved his hand dismissively.

“Ohh please, it's been what?

One year,no one gives a shit about Lucian Cross anymore. He's just going to be a burden and incur more expenses to the hospital.”

“I guess you are right. It's just a shame though.”

A few feet from them, Lucian's eyes fluttered into awakening.

He blinked slowly, trying to adjust to the wards blinding light

His hands moved to the ventilator over his mouth and he yanked it away. Drawing the attention of the medical staff to him.

Their eyes slowly turned towards his direction.

Eyes froze as the man they were about to pronounce dead was suddenly awake.

Lucian Cross, the continent's former leading business tycoon, who was pronounced brain dead about a year ago suddenly awakened.

Lucian looked down at his hands, the patient dress and everything in the room appears strange to him

“What am I doing here?” His voice croaked

The senior doctor broke out of shock and took two steps forward.

“Mr Cross, calm down, you've been-”

The words were barely out of his mouth when Lucian Cross made a dash for the door.

“Get him.” The senior doctor shouted

Lucian Cross was surprisingly quick on his feet for someone that just came out of a coma.

He burst through the door, his feet barely touched the ground

“Wait, don't go.” They shouted after him.

He paid no attention as he ran into the lobby,still in his patient gown.

Everything was spinning, and nothing made sense.

He came to a screeching halt at the entrance when he spotted two security men.

They noticed him and charged.

Lucian made to twirl on his feet but was accosted by another security guard who had him pinned to the ground.

Spit gathered at the edge of his lips.

He grunted viciously.

“You'd regret doing this to me, I'll have you locked up.” He growled.

His eyes scanned the lobby for another exit but there was none.

The doctors in Lucian's room caught up breathless.

“Sedate him, quickly.” One of them shouted.

Lucian tried to fight the guard off him, but he wasn't that strong, running was as far as he could go.

“No one lays a finger on him,” someone thundered.

Everyone froze and looked at the direction where the voice came from

The person was dressed as a medical staff as well, but his aura depicted someone with a higher authority.

He stooped to Lucian's level with a grin

“Glad to see you are back.”

He helped Lucian off the floor.

Lucian's brow creased.

“Who the hell are you? And where is my assistant? You guys messed with the wrong man.”

The man only grinned at Lucian's words.

“If you'd come with me please. I'd explain everything to you.” He gestured.

Lucian was skeptical at first, after a second deliberation, he followed the man.

“If you don't mind, we would run some tests on you, then we'd talk in my office.”

Lucian agreed to the rest, and minutes later they were in an office.

In the man's office, Lucian sat down without an invite, the hospital gown was already making him uncomfortable.

The doctor say down across from him

“I am Maxwell Friedman.”

Lucian arched his brow.

“Am I supposed to know who you are?” His voice sleeked with grime

The doctor rested his back against the chair

“Do you know how you got here, Mr Cross?”

Lucian was already getting irritated by the conversation.

“Isn't that why you brought me to your damn office? To tell me what the hell I am doing here.” His voice was raised a bit

Maxwell let out a soft sigh.

Then gave Lucian Cross a summary of what went down before he woke up

A year ago, Lucian Cross was involved in a terrible car crash, he was rushed to St Levi's hospital and was on life support till he woke up.

Lucian released a short, wicked giggle.

“You must be kidding me right? Carcrash my foot, then why can't I remember?

Where's my wife, Adriana. I'm sick of this bullshit. Call her and tell her to get me hell out of here.”

Maxwell's ear pricked at that.

“Your wife? You remember her?”

Lucian sicked air through his teeth.

“This is beginning to piss me off.”

“I'm sorry Mr Cross, but from the test results I have here.” Maxwell tapped on the paper.

“You have retrograde amnesia which means. Your memories of the last five years are gone.”

Maxwell dropped the bomb as gently as he could.

It still hit the vital spot of Lucian Cross.

Lucian chuckled in between talking.

“Memories, huh, five years. You know what, I'm done with you. Where's my phone, I need to call my wife.”

“You don't have anything like that here, I would like to help you if you don't mind.”

Lucian eyed him like he just offered him dog shit

“The only help I can get from you right now is your phone, so that I can call my wife or my best friend.”

“Mr Cross, there is something you don't know. You aren't the business tycoon you were years ago.”

Lucian paid him no heed.

Adriana's number was not going through.

So was his best friend and business partner, Vincent Price.

He tossed the phone back at Maxwell rudely.

“I am going back to my family, and don't you dare stop me.” He spat icily.

Maxwell watched as Lucien cross strode away in hospital garments.

He has no idea what was waiting for him out there.