The Tycoon Secret Heir: From Shame to riches

CHAPTER 4 MOVE OUT

"You’re moving out? Are you kidding me?" Jean Jordan crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair with a cold smirk.

Having grown up with Cedric Brown, she knew him well. Timid and cowardly, he was always weak.

If it weren't for Cedric's grandfather passing away, Jean would have had to look after him for many more years.

Cedric had always been clueless, and why was that? Because he had her as his childhood caretaker, doing everything for him. He was practically spoiled, always having his meals served and his clothes handed to him. Jean had taken care of Cedric like that since they were kids.

Back then, she didn’t mind; she got used to taking care of him. Even when she had no food, she would buy him things.

Cedric probably couldn’t even do his own laundry. The idea of him moving out? Jean found it laughable, even ridiculous!

Where did he think he could move to? Was he going to sleep on the streets? Without her help, where would he go?

"I'm not joking. I'm moving out today," Cedric insisted. The house would be transferred to him tomorrow, and he could stay in a hotel tonight.

Jean furrowed her brows. "Do you think finding two thousand bucks makes you a millionaire? You want to live on your own? You’ll run out of money in a week, at most! You better not end up begging me like a dog!"

"I won't," Cedric shook his head defiantly.

Jean looked at him again. Normally, when she scolded him, he would just take it without a word. But today, he seemed so calm, acting like he was a big shot just because he found a couple of bucks. What a short-sighted fool!

Jean was convinced her decision was right.

"Do whatever you want, if you want to move out!" she said with disdain.

"Thanks," Cedric replied, turning to leave without a second thought, which only infuriated Jean!

Just then, her phone rang. Without looking at it, she coldly answered, "Hello, what is it?"

"Jean Jordan, what kind of tone is that when you talk to me?" A man's voice came through the phone.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Myron, I didn't realize it was you," Jean quickly apologized.

"I heard your training company has been struggling lately. Would you like me to introduce some people to help with your business?"

"Yes!" Jean exclaimed, surprised. Her training company had indeed been feeling the pinch lately, and she had been losing over ten thousand dollars for several months. She was even considering selling it.

"I've booked a room at the Imperial Hotel for today. The room number is 1820. Just come over," he said.

"The hotel?" Jean hesitated. "Mr. Myron, how about I take you to the best restaurant in the city instead? I...”

" Why aren't you coming? Are you trying to embarrass me? "

"No, it’s just that the hotel...”

"Forget it then. The business I’m offering you is for my friend’s company, which has over thirty people needing training. Think about how much you could earn. If you don’t come, this opportunity will be gone. It's up to you."

"Mr. Myron..." Jean tried to continue, but the call had already ended. She bit her lip, realizing that if she didn’t secure any orders this month, her company might have to shut down.

After thinking it over, Jean decided to take the risk.

She left the school, drove back, and as soon as she opened the door, she saw Cedric Brown coming out with a bag. Jean's expression turned cold.

"Honey..." Cedric began, but as soon as he said this word, Jean shook her head in disgust, cutting him off. "Don't call me that!"

"Well, Jean Jordan, no matter what, you've been taking care of me since Grandpa passed away. You've provided for me, given me food and money. If you..." Cedric Brown began.

"If I what? Are you saying that when you begged to come back, you expected me to let you in again?" Jean Jordan interrupted with an impatient sneer.

"No, I mean if you ever have any difficulties, you can come to me," Cedric replied. After all, having slept with Jean for so long—even if nothing happened—he still felt grateful to her.

"Come to you? What good would that do? Can you give me money? Can you give me fame? Can you bring clients to my company? You can't even afford to treat me to a meal, and you want me to come to you?" Jean laughed, her tone icy and indifferent. She had never expected Cedric to do anything for her.

"If you need money, I can actually help you..." Cedric said helplessly. He still had over a million left after buying his house, and giving it to Jean wouldn't be a problem. He could just call his mom, and the money would be transferred immediately.

Cedric wasn't short on cash anymore.

"Keep your money for instant noodles; I want to see how long you can last," Jean scoffed.

Cedric sighed, not bothering to argue. He picked up his packed bag and headed out. With a loud bang, Jean slammed the door shut. She needed to put on makeup and head to the Imperial Hotel for an appointment, hoping to bring some change to her company tonight.

Cedric took a taxi to the Imperial Hotel, the most luxurious hotel in the city, where even the cheapest room cost five hundred and eighty dollars a night! In the past, he couldn't afford such luxury, but things were different now.

As he prepared to enter, he was startled to see Jean's car pull into the parking lot. What was she doing here? This was a hotel! Cedric felt a bitter pang in his chest. Was his wife really going to meet another man? Well, they hadn't been married, so technically they weren't a couple. Now that he had moved out, it was over between them. What can he do even if she’s here to see another man.

Yet, despite trying to convince himself otherwise, the thought that Jean might be doing something behind his back left a sour taste in his mouth.

To avoid being seen by Jean Jordan, Cedric Brown quickly found a place to hide until Jean went inside. After a moment of hesitation about whether to stay here, he decided, "What the heck, I’m already here."

He grabbed his luggage and walked in, but as soon as he stepped through the door, a sarcastic voice rang out from outside, "Oh, look who it is! It's Cedric Brown, the guy who found money and kept it for himself!"

Cedric turned to see Tiffany arm in arm with her boyfriend Faton, walked over. Tiffany's expression was filled with disdain. What was someone like him doing in such a fancy hotel? What a pretender!

"Who’s that?" Faton asked casually, glancing at Cedric.

"Cedric Brown, a classmate of mine. Let me tell you, this guy hit the jackpot when he found two thousand bucks but didn’t return it. He actually spent it himself. What a scumbag!" Tiffany mocked.

"Oh, I see. Maybe he’s just broke and needed money for food, or perhaps he’s never seen two thousand bucks before?" Faton scrutinized Cedric a bit more, a smirk forming on his lips.

"I can’t even talk to people like him. It’s disgusting to know someone like that," Tiffany said, pulling Faton further inside, ignoring Cedric completely.

Cedric frowned and walked in with his luggage.

"I’d like to book a standard room," Faton said, pulling out his ID. Tiffany shyly followed suit with her ID.

"Sorry, all the standard rooms are fully booked today," the receptionist said apologetically.

Faton frowned. "What about a king-sized room?"

"Sorry, those are also fully booked. The only room left is the presidential suite."

"The presidential suite? How much is that?" Faton asked tentatively. They usually booked a standard room for five hundred and eighty, which was already a stretch for students. The presidential suite would cost at least eight thousand.

"Hello, it’s 8,888 for the night."

"Over eight thousand? That’s too expensive," Faton shook his head.

"What day is it today? Come on, let's head to the next place," Tiffany muttered, pulling Faton along as they walked outside.

However, when she spotted Cedric Brown approaching the front desk, she scoffed. "This loser thinks he's a big shot just because he found two thousand bucks. How dare he comes to a place like this to book a room?"

Tiffany looked down on people like Cedric. Two thousand dollars? After paying her four hundred, he was left with just sixteen hundred. Did he really think he could afford a room? There were no standard rooms left, only the presidential suite. Cedric would probably faint when he heard the price.

Faton smirked at her comment, but then his expression changed.

"Wait!" He frowned, surprised to see Cedric Brown heading to the elevator with a room card. What was going on? Weren't there no standard rooms available?

Tiffany noticed his reaction and felt furious. "That receptionist is lying to me! She said there were no standard rooms left. Does she think I'm easy to push around?"