The Grand Entrance of Jack

Chapter 5

‘There is no way Richard would think twice about giving me the money for the surgery because he knows the implications of what he did.’ He thought before getting to the building with the address his sister had sent earlier when she needed Jack to confront Richard.

Jack stood at the bronze-tall gate, staring at it as worry flipped through his mind.

The next thing, he started banging at the gate and shouting furiously.

“Vivo, check who is that at the gate shouting like one with an immature tantrum,” Richard ordered.

The butler came forward and opened the gate. He asked, “Who are you, and why do you want to bring down the gate?”

“I am Jack, Joan’s brother, and I need to see Richard,” He said with a straight face, and wanted to make his way in, but the butler tried to stop him.

Richard had sighted him from his sit-out, which looked like a mini-watchtower. On hearing what Jack said, he said to his butler, “Let him in,” and then signaled his butler to get back to the house.

Jack walked in, and his eyes first captured the cars that oozed just two words: wealth and luxury. He observed that the cars belonged to Richard because they all had one customized logo: RICH, with no plate number.

He wasn't forgetting what brought him to Richard, and he had to focus.

“What do you want?” Richard asked, his voice tinged with anger.

Jack's face twisted into a mask of rage, but he tried his best not to show it off. “Richard, there is no need to have a decent conversation with you. My sister needs urgent surgery, and you caused this.” Jack has never been this firm with his words. He was sounding a bit different from the real self that he had known, but he didn't mind. “So, just comply with me and give me the 2 million dollars so that the doctor can commence the treatment on her.”

“What insolent! Who gave you such an effrontery to come to my house to rant nonsense?” Richard howled in fury.

Jack frowned and creased a brow.

“You don't need to deny anything; I know everything that happened, but I had decided to keep quiet for a reason.” Jack can't defend what he just said, but his instinct concluded that Richard must have given her sister the concoction she took.

“You know what? Leave my house right now.” Jack heard him, but he cast a weird glance at Richard without saying a word. His rage soon turned into frustration, leaving him speechless.

“Have you suddenly gone deaf?” Richard said, left the sit-out, and approached him like an enraged beast.

Jack could only wonder if Richard was the one meant to be angry or the other way around. ‘Doesn't he care about my sister’s life?’ This brought a touch of mixed feelings of confusion and fear at the same time to him.

Jack felt that he was his fellow man and needed to man up to talk to him. He took a deep breath to quell his little fears. “You need to give me money for my sister’s surgery, and I will act like nothing happened. Otherwise…”

“Otherwise what?” Richard retorted. “What are you going to do? Beat me up or get me arrested?” Richard bellowed, sizing Jack with a daring stare.

Fear finally gripped Jack. His energy left him completely. He instinctively began to back away slowly, searching for an escape route, but unfortunately, there was no way he could break free. Richard quickly closed the space between them with a hostile glare.

Richard had a satisfied grin on his face as he observed the look of fear in Jack’s eyes.

Even though Jack tried to hide the fear, it was becoming visible with each passing second.

“Anyway, I did give your sister the concoction she took to remove the thing she had in her womb. No one knew it would trigger her kidney failure, so right now I don't feel any of that guilt sh*t.” Richard’s glare intensified, and Jack froze in his tracks.

Jack stared at him in utter disbelief at the same time.

He guessed Richard had done that, but he never saw the fact that he would accept it rudely to his face.

Richard felt the urge to teach Jack some lessons so he wouldn't have the audacity to come back to his house next time.

He slapped Jack so hard that he spun back uncontrollably before falling to the ground.

Jack could hear his phone fall from his pocket, and its battery was disconnected from the phone.

Richard hit him severely on his body like he was a maniac, while Jack used his two hands to cup his head. He got tired of beating him and stopped. “I will spare your life this time, but next time I see your poverty-stricken legs in my house, you will not live to tell the story.” He said and made his way back to the sit-out.

Jack was so dizzy that he could not stand up.

“Take him out of here at once,” Richard shouted.

The butler tossed Jack out of the building as his boss instructed him, and threw his scattered phone at him.

A few moments later, Jack got up. He reached for his phone battery and then his phone casing. Not having a single strength in him, he put it back in his pocket that way. He couldn't tell if he was still on track with his reminder, as his phone had gone off. Jack glanced at his wristwatch. It was a few minutes after 5, that was 10 minutes gone from the time he had set his reminder to be back at the office. ‘His alarm must have rung almost immediately when the phone disconnected from its battery.’ With that, his heartbeat gave off a strange rhythm.

He had exhausted the last money he had when he paid for his transport that brought him to Richard’s place.