THE SECRET BILLIONAIRE

Chapter 4

Gasps of shock rippled in waves.

Jaws slacked, almost hitting the asphalt in shock.

Jemina turned, her eyes wide with disbelief. Slowly, her head turned, eyes scanning between Carl and the man on wincing on the floor.

The same muscular man who had clutched her moments ago was now on the floor like a rag doll.

Then, murmur buzzed,

“Hell! I didn't see that happening!"

“I've only seen this in action movie on screen."

“Heck! That was extraordinary. Who the fuck is this man!” An old man who was sipping a beer from a glass cup totally forgot what he was doing.

Henry's shoulder dropped, his heart sank to the bottom and his smug expression disappeared like smoke after a fire— his pride turned to ashes.

Yet he didn't hold. A flicker of annoyance passed over his face and he barked another command, his voice trembling in his throat this time around.

“What are you waiting for? Destroy this idiot now!!"

A flicker of hesitations passed over the man's face as though for the fleeting moment, he'd forgotten his task which is to protect Henry, out of fear. Seeing his second, who was way stronger than him crawling on the floor in pain ignited his fear but he moved, pushed forward by... maybe his pride, maybe it was his foolishness or he just feared Henry.

He threw a punch, propelled by a wave of anger to destroy Carl. Carl dipped low, dodging the Punch effortlessly and the man only punched emptiness.

Carl didn't stand. From the crouching posture, his fist drove forward, smashing into the belly of the guard. He recoiled, stumbled backwards with an electric momentum and his body slammed into Henry's Hennessy venom F5— his favourite car, one that cost millions of dollars.

Another shock passed over the air.

Henry head snapped, his eyes burning with anger and disappointment that his trained securities couldn't handle an ordinary man like Carl but immediately he saw his car dented with the side mirror broken, his anger twisted into rage.

“You ruined my baby you bastard!!" He charged forward, his leg moving swiftly. Henry is a trained martial artist, groomed by Wudao Zhizhun, a powerful martial artist respected by the majors.

Cassandra, aware of Henry's intents hurried and stood in front of Carl, her hands lifted in the air protectively. She's not going to let Henry hurt Carl not after she found out Henry was the scumbag who drugged her.

“Stop this madness!!" She hollered.

Henry halted, his fist shaking mid–air in anger. His face twisted into a frown as anger he could barely hold burn in his heart.

“Cassandra! Are you protecting him now? You're going to regret this you bitch!" He spat.

Carl clenched his fist, knuckles popping visibly white. He felt like knocking the ghost out of Henry's soul but his anger dropped, seeing the woman standing in his front like a barrier. Like she won't dare allow anybody cross and touch a hair from his head.

He smiled, small but it was a genuine admiration, basking in the moment. It felt cool, thrilling to see a woman standing for him but he wasn't a coward. He loves women who are brave, who could stand and defend themselves but one was defending him here, right in front of a riffraff without caring if she'd get attacked.

The thought of someone stuck his heart. Elira, his wife.

She must be waiting for him after three years of shutting himself out, in the most deadliest prison the world has ever known,

For the crime she commited. Murder.

Elira is the daughter of a billionaire mogul in the city. One even if he whispered from behind closed door, from the deepest room in his tower, the whole world would hear, medias would spread it.

Elira's reputation was not different from her father's. That night she was driving home from her friend's birthday nightparty, drunk behind the steering wheel, she'd crashed into a golden plated car. It was the car that belongs to the governor of the district.

Elira peeled away but the CCTV cameras caught her plate number. News spread, the son of the governor didn't survive the accident and Elira was supposed to be arrested but Carl stood for her, took Blame for the crime.

Elira had pleased desperately with tears streaming from her eyes, saying her reputation would tarnish if she cross to jail. Not only did she plead. Even her family were on their knees rolling for Carl to help them.

Carl knew they were right. Their reputation would topple and the family will be at loss.

The ambition to take the blame was further fueled when Elira added that she was pregnant with his baby. A pregnant woman shouldn't go to the prison.

Carl took blame for murder.

He landed in the most cruel infamous prison in the world. No light, no hope, just darkness but he was released a year after. No one came to visit him. Of course he understood visitors aren't allowed but he knew Elira would be hell worried about him...and his baby. Maybe a boy, maybe a girl. He'd have grow bigger.

Carl didn't return home immediately he was released. He earned respect in the prison crowded with infamous criminals, world drug dealers. He was given empires to manage by Old Jones, a man who said he has potentials.

For two years, Carl built old Jones business, expanded it to an empire. He has it, the power no man in the world can go against. And he'd built everything in the shadow, keeping his real identity from the real world. No one knew his true identity because he'd put his wife first and only when she knows, the world will know too.

Henry's bodyguards were still groaning on the floor. They couldn't stand. It was as if the single punch had broken their spine.

But Henry loomed, posing threat.

“Im not going to stand her and allow you lay your hand on an innocent man.” Cassandra fired.

“Because he fucked you last night!” Henry was mad. Mad that his plan fell apart yesterday. He wasn't one to settle for love. He a man–whore. He changed girl every day like clothe.

His calls it achievement, getting in–between the legs of different ladies. He boast about it to his circles, added it to his collection of trophies. Henry could have broken golden record and given prize of the ‘womanizer of the year.’

Previous night, he lingered, have a trusted person deliver a drugged champagne to Cassandra so he could have his way with her. He made sure he was intentionally drunk, even took a dose of the aphrodisiac to have energy to screw her that night but he lost it, crashed into another room and when he woke up, he realized it wasn't Cassandra he slept with. It was an old bitch! He'd said.

“And you spent your night screwing an old hag?! When we should've married the next day! How shameless Henry!" She spat.

Henry tensed, his expression dropped. Not only had his plan fallen through but Cassandra was aware. This is scandalous!

Cassandra laughed, an eerie smirk. “Surprised, huh? I have the video you dumbass! And I'm gonna kick you messed up ass and make sure the video go viral if you dare lay your filthy finger on him! I can do it! Trust me!"

Henry's was caught in a corner, literally. The look on his face was like that of a man who had been caught red handed, stealing— apprehensive.

But he moved, snatched the phone from her hand but he thought he was fast but something hit him faster, harder. Like a truck just crashed into him.

“POW!”