Rise Of The Secret Trillionaire Heir

Chapter 7: The Implication

Next morning, Smith yawned softly as he woke up from the slumber. He turned to the other side of the bed and sighed as his gaze met with the empty side of the bed. His wife wasn't on the bed. 

He wondered where she'd gone. She must have left her work, modeling agency.

He whined as his wrist twitched in pain. A smile formed on his face when he remembered how Georgia massaged and caressed his wrist. 

Though her attitude yesterday was right, he couldn't help wishing for more. He wanted to be a real husband even though it's almost impossible. 

He exhaled after sniffing her whiff of perfect and intoxicating scent on the bed. His body reacted to the scent in such a way he couldn't describe. 

Though he wanted to forget and act like nothing happened yesterday night, he couldn't take the scene from his head. 

It's indeed strange to him that his wife offered to help him massage his arms and allowed him to sleep on the bed for the first time. 

It's a scene he couldn't take away from his head easily. He knows something happened to her but he couldn't tell what it is. 

These thoughts made his mind somehow worried and disturbed. 

He shrugged off the thoughts away from his mind even though he couldn't take it away from his head. 

His eyes widened in shock as he stared at the wall clock that was hung on the wall beside the Georgia photo album.

30 minutes past 10. He slept so well that he forgot that he had work he needed to attend. He wouldn't deny sleeping on the bed felt like paradise. 

He can't blame himself, it has been a long time since he slept on the bed. 

He hurriedly pulled off his clothes and dropped them on the floor. He put on the flip flop and rushed into the bathroom. 

Few minutes later, he dashed out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his waist. 

He shook his head with a sigh as he stared at his worn out black shirt which was patched at some sides. 

He bit his lower lips as he wore the clothes not hiding the shame that lit in his eyes.

He was planning to buy some shirts even if it was from a second hand shop but he can't possibly do that anymore because he has a debt to pay and he has less than one month to pay a whopping amount of 500 thousands dollars.

He sighed out as he stared at himself in the mirror. He brushed his head and rushed out of the house with a small bag. 

He's ready to face backlashes as usual.

*

"Wait, isn't that the live-in son-in-law of the Rodriguez family?"

"A cleaner!?"

"This is unbelievable. How could his life be so miserable?"

"What do you expect from a low life like him?"

He bit her lower lips as he listened to the comments of some of the customers in the MC Donald's restaurant. 

He knows better to keep quiet and ignore them so as not to annoy them. They can make him lose his job which is the last thing he wants. 

He continued scrubbing the map on the hard and dirty tiles of the restaurant while humming a song to himself.

He was mopping the floor when someone from behind bumped into him and the dirty soap water poured on him. 

He frowned and looked up at the person who bumped into him. He was a man with a tattered beard, perfectly and richly dressed in an Armani suit. The black edition made italian shoes shows that he's rich. 

"Are you blind? Didn't you see me coming?"

Smith was dumbfounded by the man's harsh and rude words. How could he confront him even when he was at fault?

Knowing that he's a rich man, Smith apologized even though wanted to tear the man's face apart. "I'm sorry sir,"

"Keep that greeting to yourself, piece of thrash,"the man spat out and walked away. 

Smith cleaned his face and looked up. His gaze landed on the dollar bill that fell from the man's pocket earlier. 

He picked up the money from the floor, quickly cleaned the mess and ran after the direction the man took. 

Though he knows that he needs money and what the man did to him earlier was wrong, the money still wasn't his own. 

The man came out of an elevator hurriedly like he'd forgotten something.

Smith sighted him from where he was standing and rushed toward him breathing heavily. 

"What do you want?"the man asked in a cold and hoarse voice. 

"This money fell down from your pocket earlier so I decided to bring it for you,"

The man was surprised and taken aback by Smith honestly. He returned his money even though he abused him publicly. 

He's rare of a thing. 

"So you bumped into me just to steal my money, right?" Smith looked at him shocked and perplexed.

"What! I wouldn't do such a thing. I saw the money on the floor," he explained. 

"Do you think you can fool me, huh? I'm going to show you why you shouldn't play with me," his heart skipped in fear at the man's threat. 

"No, sir. I didn't do anything,"

"You should explain that to your boss because you'll be fired," his heart sank into his stomach the moment this word rang inside his ear. 

This is what he has been avoiding. 

He thought the man was bragging until he took out his phone and dialed. 

"Daniel,"

That was the manager of the restaurant name. 

"I want that cleaner guy Smith or whatever to be sacked with quick alacrity," the man said and hung up on the call. 

"Please sir, don't implicate me. I didn't do anything wrong,"he pleaded repeatedly. 

The man kicked his hand and walked away with his cold auras. 

"Smith," he snapped out of his reverie and looked up as a hand patted his shoulder. 

"The boss wants to see you," fear bubbled inside him after the hefty guard informed him and walked away. 

What does his boss want to see him for?

"Good morning sir,"he greeted nervously after walking into the manager's office. 

The fat bald man with a pot belly, tattered and unkempt beard, threw a cold glare at him as he stood up from the chair. 

"What's good about the morning, huh? Just tell me,"

"Do you want to ruin this restaurant with your bad luck?" The manager, Mr Stephen, asked, his voice filled with anger and hatred. 

"Sir I don't…" the manager cut him off abruptly in a cold and hostels tone. 

"You'd better keep quiet if you don't want me to break your leg," Mr Stephen warned him. 

The manager's action confirmed his assumption. The man really called him. 

Would he be fired like the man had threatened?

"I won't exchange many words with you. Take," he hesitated for a while to collect the brown envelope. 

"What is inside it sir?" He asked with his voice shaking as he took the envelope from Mr Stephen. 

"Check it out yourself,"

He gasped out in shock after reading the content of the latest. It was a sack letter. 

His body became weak and he fell on his knee before the manager. 

"You know what you did, right? So there's no need to waste your time. Just stand up and leave," the manager said and returned to his chair. 

He's fired from the restaurant. 

"Please don't do this to me sir. I didn't steal his money. I returned it to him when…"

"You'd better stand up and leave quickly if you don't want me to call the guards on you,"

"Please don't send me away. This is my only hope of survival," he said with a glimpse of pain and sadness, he's trying hard not to cry. 

"You should have think about that before you decide to steal from Mr Evan,"

Mr Evan was the man's name. 

"Call to my office right now," was the word his boss said and two hefty guards rushed into the office. 

"Take him out,"

He was dragged out of the office despite his struggle. 

Tears rolled down from his eyes as he slumped hard on the hard floor outside the restaurant. 

Who could have believed that his kind gesture toward the man would land him in trouble? If he'd known the man would implicate him then he would have kept the money to himself instead. 

He'd lost the cleaning part time job that pays him the most, and like that wasn't enough he was driven out of the restaurant without getting his last month's salary that was supposed to be paid today. 

How would he cater for himself? How would he repay the debt? These were the questions that almost exploded in his head. 

He climbed on his old bicycle and rode home with his heart shredded in pain. 

Mr Evan, who was at the corner of the restaurant, smiled as he watched the guards dragged Smith out of the restaurant. He brought out his phone and dialed a number. 

"Good day ma'am. Smith has been sacked from the restaurant ma'am,"

"That's good. I like that. Try to keep a close eye on him and give me every update about him,"

"I'll credit your bank after this call,"

"Oh! Thank you ma'am,"he smiled, and the call disconnected. 

He looked around for a while and walked out of the empty corner. 

*

Getting home at night, he parked his old bicycle at the grassy floor of the mini wide compound. He climbed down from it and walked into the house. 

He cleaned the trace of tears on his face. Though it has been hours now since he lost his work in MC Donald's restaurant, he couldn't stop thinking about it. It really breaks his heart that his good attitude landed him in trouble.

He snapped out of his thoughts and looked up with raised eyebrows as he heard a familiar voice from the room. 

He could tell that whosoever that was in the room was crying. 

He hurriedly walked into the room with a worried look on his face. 

Georgia stood up from the bed, rushed toward him and embraced him crying profusely. 

He stared at her dumbfounded and taken aback by her action. He was unaware of what to do. 

What happened to her?

He asked himself as he slowly stroked her hair.