The Rise Of Nicholas Hensaw

Chapter 31

Rita wasn't discharged that day. The hospital couldn't stop talking about Nicklaus. Chris and Nicklaus drove back to the villa in the Lincoln limousine when suddenly, Nicklaus remembered that today was Derek's birthday—his only friend from college.

"Damn, I almost forgot I have somewhere important to be."

"Where is that?" Chris asked.

"A friend of mine is having a birthday party," Nicklaus informed him, causing Chris to nod.

"Young Master, could I get your phone number so I can call you if needed?" Chris asked, but Nicklaus had to share disappointing news.

"I don't have a phone," he informed him. Chris was stunned but immediately composed his expression.

"Actually, the iPhone company created a new model, and since our conglomerate bought a significant share with them, they gifted us some of their latest products," Chris informed him, causing Nicklaus to nod.

The iPhone company was just one of many companies that Chris had bought shares in over the years using the conglomerate's name. He had been managing everything well, and Nicklaus was shocked to know that people like Chris—so trustworthy—still existed.

"Okay," he said quietly, waiting for Chris to continue.

"Just give me a minute, please. Let me get the phone from my study," Chris informed him, and Nicklaus nodded, giving him permission to leave.

Chris hurried to his room and returned with the latest iPhone 16. "You can have this, sir. A number is already registered, and I have it saved," Chris said. Nicklaus took the phone and keys, waved to Chris, and left the house, getting into the car.

Nicklaus couldn't stop wondering how all these things had happened so suddenly. For a moment, he could swear he was dreaming.

He was driving when his phone rang. The number was saved as "Christopher." Nicklaus immediately knew it was his father's most trusted man.

He answered and said, "Hello?"

"Young Master, could you turn on the phone's location and share it with me?" Chris asked.

"Yes, I can, but why?" Nicklaus asked.

"For security purposes, sir," he informed him. Having no intention to argue, Nicklaus said, "Okay, no problem," and ended the call.

As he approached the pub, he turned to park when suddenly his car collided with another vehicle. The back was damaged.

Nicklaus wasn't at fault, so the other party quickly got out to apologize.

"Hello, I'm sorry for hitting your car. It was a mistake," the person said, tapping on Nicklaus's window for him to roll it down.

Nicklaus kept his phone on his thigh after ending a call with the insurance company before rolling down his window.

When Nicklaus turned to look at the person who hit his car, he was stunned to see it was Gabriel.

"Honey, what's happening?" Stella said as she stepped out of Gabriel's car to see if the car owner was threatening to press charges. The Lincoln limousine was very expensive, and she could only imagine how much it would cost to fix the damage they'd caused to the back.

"Oh, good gracious!" she exclaimed when she saw Nicklaus sitting inside the car as the driver.

"Nicklaus?" she called his name to confirm she wasn't seeing things.

"Stella," Nicklaus said in a low voice.

"You stole this car. We need to call the police, Gabriel. There's no way this man could afford a motorcycle, let alone a Lincoln," she said, turning to Gabriel. Nicklaus chuckled softly at her reaction.

"This is one of my cars, Stella. If you call the police, you'll only be making a fool of yourself," Nicklaus said, causing Stella to scoff.

"Please, did you look in a mirror before saying this nonsense? You look disheveled—there are holes in your shirt."

"Come to think of it, is this how you park a car? You're even less impressive than a parking attendant," she added.

"Honey, let's leave. He wouldn't be able to press charges anyway because I'm sure he stole this car," Gabriel said, pulling Stella's hand.

"Hey! Both of you, where do you think you're going?" Nicklaus asked sternly. He couldn't stand being humiliated again.

"What is it?" Gabriel asked with a frown.

"You damaged the back of my car, Gabriel. Do you know how much that will cost? I demand compensation," Nicklaus said, causing Stella and Gabriel to burst into laughter.

"You'd have to be insane to think we'd pay a car thief compensation for damaging a stolen vehicle," Stella sneered.

"I won't call the cops now because we were once married—better leave before I change my mind," she added, causing Nicklaus to narrow his eyes.

"I'm being generous by repeating myself—you need to compensate me for the damage!" he insisted.

"Are you deaf? Or do you think I won't call the police on you right now for driving a car that doesn't belong to you—a car you stole?" Gabriel paused and took his phone out.

"You must have lost your mind. I'm calling the police right now," Gabriel added, dialing 911.

"Hello, I'm here to report a stolen car. The thief is also a bad driver—while trying to park, he hit my car, and now the stolen vehicle is scratched," Gabriel explained with a sly smile.