The Abandoned Trillionaire

Chapter 4

Waking up the next morning, Stiles immediately realised that he had fallen asleep the moment he opened the message.

Staring at his door, trepidation reeked all over him as it dawned on him that he hadn't locked his door last night.

Jumping to his feet he immediately bolted the quaky door and slammed his back against the door.

His heart thumped faster than usual as he stared at his phone and the documents and pictures on his bed.

Walking over to the bed he immediately packed the pictures and kept them back in the box under his wooden bed.

Picking up the satellite phone, he read the message.

"Stiles Henderson, if you are seeing this that would only mean that my assistant Jonathan Jacobs has finally found you and you have refused to come home as I requested."

"Nevertheless, stay safe, lie low until we find the culprits behind My wife, your mom's death and bring them to justice…Your dad, Mr Henderson."

The message was short but direct to the point.

Stiles immediately closed the message as he sat on his bed and gazed into his partly broken ceiling.

His gaze swept through the room from the torn calendar to the worn-out carpet, then to the old wooden bed he was now lying on.

"What if I made a mistake?"

"What if I had taken the access card to the Royal Suites."

"I mean I'm the only heir to Henderson Global Conglomerate and here I'm wallowing in this God-forsaken dungeon."

Stiles spoke softly to himself.

Jumping up from the bed immediately, he picked up his satellite phone scrolled his phone and dialled the number of Jonathan Jacobs, which was saved as J.Jacobs.

As though the call was being expected, Jonathan Jacobs immediately picked up the call.

"Young master! What is going on?"

Jonathan Jacob's voice was barely above whispers yet laced with a truckload of authority.

"Nothing much…I was just breezing through the satellite phone and I decided to test out your number."

Stiles said, his voice was laced with a mixture of exhilaration and anxiety.

"Okay, that's great."

"Have you seen the message from your dad?"

Jonathan Jacobs asked his voice was barely above whispers.

"Yes…I have seen the message."

"Can you meet me at Lex Suites in 34 minutes?"

Jonathan Jacobs asked as he donned his hat in his ultra-luxury room in the Henderson's mansion.

Just like Stiles had rightly said, he was living too wealthy for just a personal assistant.

But what do you expect from the personal assistant to the most wealthy and influential man on the continent?

"Lex suites in 34 minutes?"

"Okay, I will be there…I hope there isn't any issue?"

Stiles asked just to be clear.

"Um…I'm afraid there is, young master… make sure you are there in the next 33 minutes."

Jonathan Jacobs said, his voice reeking with urgency and a hint of trepidation.

Dropping the call immediately, Stiles hurriedly did all his chores just to avoid a fallout with the Thomas's.

As he was running down the stairs, he bumped into Raya who immediately blocked him.

"Where are you running to this early?"

Raya asked, her gaze was all over Stiles as she noticed something in Stiles' pocket.

"What's that in your pocket?"

Stiles immediately swallowed a hard bump.

"It's nothing that should concern you, at least not yet."

Stiles said as he tried to push his way through, but Raya immediately held him and pecked his cheeks.

Stiles was dumbfounded as he stared at her.

"About what I told you yesterday…how…"

"Raya I have got important issues to handle, could you please step aside."

Stiles interrupted her, staring at him, Raya stepped out of the way.

As Stiles got to the door, he turned and gazed at Raya who was staring at him in disappointment.

"Raya, please you have to understand that I'm not the right person for you."

"Just do as your parents want… get married to Antonio Henry."

Stiles said as he immediately closed the door and ran off to the garbage.

Climbing his old bicycle which he had also taken with him from the orphanage, he rode off to meet Jonathan Jacobs at the Lex suites.

As Stiles rode down the street, a lot of things ran through his head.

The memories of Mrs Anderson, the matron of the local orphanage handing him that file ran through his mind like a well-edited video.

The cold breeze hit his skin as he rode as fast as he could.

Staring at his watch, he gasped as he now had just 5 minutes left to meet Jonathan Jacobs at the Lex suites.

"What does he want to tell me that he couldn't just say over the satellite phone?"

Stiles asked himself as he increased his speed all in a bid to beat the time Jonathan Jacobs had given him.

Meanwhile, back at Thomas's mansion upstairs, Raya and her mom, Mrs Lisa stared at Stiles as he rode down the street.

Mrs Lisa damps Raya's tears with 100-dollar bills and throws them into the fireplace.

"Don't worry Raya, we will get him one day…just one day."

Her voice was laced with a mixture of comfort and assurance as she smirked manically.

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Staring at his watch again, Stiles now only had 36 seconds.

Spotting the gates of the ultra-premium suite which shimmered in the low sunlight, Stiles immediately parked his bicycle and chained it to an electric pole nearby.

From afar, Stiles could only imagine the level of luxury inside of the Lex suites if just the gate was this luxurious.

Walking closer to the main gate the security men stopped him.

"Hey…we don't allow beggars in here."

The voice of one of the guards broke the silence.

"Hey guys I'm no beggar, I'm here to see a…"

Before he could complete his sentence, the female guard whose name tag read Margaret landed him a resounding slap which echoed through the whole suite, causing Jonathan Jacob'

s fork to fall off his hand in the private lounge where he sat.

"Young master!"

Jonathan Jacobs said as he hurriedly ran to the gate.