The Return of the Trillionaire Heir

Chapter 8: The Arrival!

Robert's eyes opened in shock at the salutations of the police chief and his officers, but even more shocking to him was the voice he heard from the phone who said he was on his way. Questions began flooding his mind faster than he could think of them.

Why are they saluting me? What's going on here? Who is coming? He said I was the one, which one? Who am I? 

He asked the police chief just one question out of the innumerable questions flowing through his mind.

“This doesn't look like trouble but am I in trouble?”

“Oh no. No sir.” The police chief answered.

The fact that he addressed Robert as sir all of a sudden, made Robert wonder about the gravity of the situation.

“Why are you addressing me as sir, sir?” He asked the police chief.

“Don't worry, sir. Everything will be explained to you soon but I am not the right person to do that.” The police chief answered him.

Robert stayed there with him, continuing to think about the events all leading up to this present moment, nothing made sense. Or was this one of those billionaire dreams he frequently has? Maybe Sophia or his boss or the officer could wake him up with a slap shortly, so he waited for that slap.

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Just an hour later, a convoy arrived at the police precinct. An officer came to inform the police chief of the convoy that waited outside the station. The police chief led Robert, escorted by ten police officers out of the precinct to meet with the visitors.

On getting outside, Robert's eyes met with the most expensive and luxurious car he had ever seen in real life. It was the same $2 million Rolls-Royce Wraith he saw in his dream, escorting the Rolls-Royce were four Mercedes Benz G-Wagons, all black. The luxurious convoy set before him made him wonder what else could amaze him.

The police chief and his officers all saluted the convoy, the doors of the luxury escort vehicles opened and a plethora of bodyguards and armed men came down. Twelve men in total, half were dressed up as elite security details and the other half were dressed in military gear with automatic weapons.

Robert fell to the ground in fear, he had never seen such a show of force in his life. The police chief tried to raise him up but one of the security details with the convoy signaled him to not. The front door of the Rolls-Royce opened and a man, the head of the security forces, came out and went straight to open the owner's door for his boss to come out.

As the door opened, a huge man exuding power and money, looking 40s, came out all dressed in expensive wears from his suit to his shoes to his accessories. Accessories of gold all over him. Robert raised his head to look at this man whom everyone saluted as he came out of the car, he wondered who the man was. Maybe that's the Mr. Jude William the police chief mentioned, but why is he here? Robert wondered.

Immediately the man saw Robert lying on the floor, he ran to him and he helped him up. 

“Young Master, I'm sorry for this. Please get up.”

'What? Me? Young master? I am young but I am no master. Why is this man holding me and acting this weird with me?’ Robert kept asking himself as the rich man helped him get up.

“Please, sir. I am not who you think, you must be mistaken.” Robert said to him.

The man smiled and answered him,

“There is no mistake here, young master. We came for you and it is time to take you home.”

Robert laughed, for a moment he thought of Sophia and Michael putting all of this up as an evil prank, but then he realized that although Michael was a billionaire, he didn't have such levels of power and influence as this man was giving.

“Sir, my home is at the Richards but now that I am divorced, I don’t have a home.” Robert made it clear to the man, trying his best to make him see that he had the wrong person.

“Don't worry, young master. You will understand everything soon. Just come with us.” The man insisted.

Robert gave in to his offer, after all his life was already finished only the breath in his nostrils remained. What could this wealthy nice man do to him that would be worse than he had experienced the past days? If he has to die, at least let him enter one of these expensive cars for once, that way something in his dreams came to reality.

The man held him up to face the escorts and they all saluted him,

“ALL HAIL THE YOUNG MASTER!!!” Their uniformed voice created a thunderous echo across the environment.

Everything seemed like a joke to Robert because never had he seen nor witnessed anything of such before, not even in fairy tales. He just flowed with it to see how it ends.

The man led him to the Rolls-Royce and opened the door for him to enter, Robert's thought was that he would be led to one of the escort vehicles, but now he was led to the main vehicle. He smiled, finally his dream of driving in this same car had just come to pass but Sophia was not in it.

The man called the police chief, collected the ring from him, and also instructed him to make sure no one heard of the event. He entered from the opposite door of the Rolls-Royce and they drove off.

Robert, lost himself in the imagination of everything that was before him, two nights ago, he was driven in a police vehicle to the police station like a criminal, cuffed and restrained. And now, he is driven out of the police station in a $2 million Rolls-Royce Wraith escorted by four G-Wagons like a king. The transition was beyond his comprehension, where was this nice man who called him “Young Master” when Sophia almost killed him? Where was he all his life when he struggled from one menial job to another? Where was he when everyone humiliated and embarrassed him nonstop? He continued to ask in his mind as they drove through the city.

“Where are we going?” Robert asked curiously.

“We are taking you home, young master. Your grandfather awaits your return.” The man said to him.