The Trillionaire They Taunted

Sharp Mouth

“You have to believe it, Arya. I just did.” Brian held onto his smile, and then he took a deep breath.

“But why?” Arya couldn’t let it go, the intense desire to know the truth.

“Let’s just say that I have finally found a purpose.”

“Oh…” Arya pretended to be satisfied by Brian’s response for the second time, nodding with a deadpan expression.

“I am very sorry that you were not invited to the celebration. But I am grateful that you did a great job. I will send you the balance once I am settled.”

Brian chuckled softly, causing Arya’s expression to drop.

The lady was already asking why he was laughing with her eyes.

“Don’t worry, Arya. You can give me the balance. At the party.”

“You are coming?” Arya inquired with arched brows, staring even when Brian nodded.

“Yes. And I will be coming with some flowers for my future wife.”

“But…”

“You don’t have to say anything, Arya.” Brian stopped her before she could continue with her slippery voice, still holding onto his confident smile.

“I have to run now, Arya. I need to prepare to meet your family. Well, in a more conducive setting…”

Arya was dumbfounded, even when Brian moved closer to her and gave her a peck on both cheeks.

“See you later, Arya Kirk.”

Her heart melted at the mention of her name.

She wasn’t certain if it was Brian’s voice, or the soothing way he said it.

All she could do was trail him with his eyes, watching him disappear from the noisy hall.

“Who the hell did I marry?” She questioned, her voice low and cracked.

Meanwhile, it didn’t take so long for Brian to push through the crowd.

People were still taking pictures, and comments were still running about how satisfied or displeased individuals were about how things took a twist.

Brian continued moving, his vision on the road across the avenue.

“Isn’t that Arya Kirk’s supposed husband?!” Someone pointed out, causing everyone close by to turn at once.

Brian frowned, grunting in annoyance.

To escape the attention, he quickened his footsteps, but he had barely made it up to ten meters when a car pulled up in front of him.

The two doors in front opened at once, then two men stepped down, marching toward him vehemently.

One of them was Charles Sterling, the same Manager he had intimidated.

Charles was livid, and when he looked around and saw that the coast was clear, he increased his pace.

His two eyes were dark with rage, his fists clenched tightly.

The guard marching next to him shared his annoyance, glaring fiercely at Brian.

“You thought you were going to speak to me in that manner and just walk freely?!” Charles fired, covering the remaining space between him and Brian.

“Hello, Mr. Sterling. Have you come to make another fuss?” Brian was composed, no amount of panic inside him.

He took a deep breath, smirking at Charles who was already breathing fury.

“I see you have a sharp mouth, Brian Regal. You talk too much for a man who has lost everything in his name within a period of five years.”

Brian scoffed, nodding slowly.

“True. But I didn’t steal from the company I was working for. I didn’t scam people who trusted me with their money and information.”

Charles’s pupils went deep into their sockets, his clenched fists rising to his chest level.

“How dare you?! How dare you?!”

“What?” Brian scoffed again, looking at the two fists.

“Are you about to throw a punch? Does the truth hurt so badly that you feel your ego has been bruised?”

Charles found himself lowering his fists, but they were still clenched, showing signs that they had not accomplished their mission.

“How did you know all of this? Who told you about the situation in Prime Tech?”

Brian sniggered, mockery written on his face.

“It doesn’t matter, Charles Sterling. What matters is that you are going to be fired after the panel has had a meeting. You are going to kiss goodbye to that job that you strongly boast about. That position that has made you look down on others for years.”

Charles searched and searched, but he couldn’t think of anything to say.

He just stared, looking Brian in the eyes.

The guard standing next to him gave him signs, eager to attack Brian, but Charles knew better.

He knew not to fall for the trap that was right in front of him.

So he exhaled sharply, summoning the strength to speak.

“I am going to find out who you work for, Boy.” He swore, pointing Brian in the face.

“You are not going to get away with this. Trust me…”

“I hope so.” Brian gave a freezing response that made Charles’s expression to collapse even deeper.

His guard gasped, surprised that his boss had not asked him to attack even after he had spoken rudely to him severally.

“See you later, Charles Sterling. I hope you get a new job after this.” Brian walked away, sauntering toward the busy road.

Charles and his man watched him board a taxi, and he waved at them before he got in with a wry smile.