The Tycoon's Son-in-Law

Chapter 8

Lucas's pov 

Caleb adjusted uncomfortably on his seat, clearing his throat in a composed manner. 

“May I get your reasons, sir?’’ He requested rather carefully. 

I scoffed. “That idiot doesn't deserve his monthly paycheck, he's a jerk. I'm pretty sure there are others just like him, but I'll make him my scapegoat since he fell into my trap first.’’ 

“It's alright. He'll receive the dismiss letter by tomorrow.’’ Caleb stated, and I couldn't help the leap in my heart. 

Commanding authority was really great, you get whatever you want just at the mention of it. Pride sat on my shoulders like brazen armor as I read through the rest of the names. 

“I'll keep this,’’ I said. 

“Yes, you should! There's one more thing before we call it a day, I have just thirty minutes to get to a meeting.’’ Caleb informed me, staring into his wristwatch. 

“It's the black card.’’ He said, handing me something more like a purse. 

‘‘What card?’’ I asked puzzledly. 

‘‘Check it out. It's to take care of your needs. It contains a variable amount so I can't really tell its current worth, and it has already been activated.’’ Caleb explained, but his words sounded strange to my ears. 

“What are you talking about?’’ My heart thumped hard against my chest, like it would burst soon. My hands trembled in sweat, I couldn't unzip the purse. 

Caleb took it from me and brought out the indeed black card. Boldly written in golden features on the center of the card was BDC with a few gold spots over the black part. 

“Is this…this is…’’ 

“Yes, it is.’’ Charles cut in. “You should be careful not to misplace it, it contains almost the fortune of the company.’’ He warned. 

I stepped out of the chicken resort with mixed emotions. A flickering doubt still wavered beneath my certainty that the black card really held billions of dollars. 

Caleb had offered to drop me off, but I insisted and lied that I needed to visit a grocery store at the opposite route. I needed to confirm my doubts, it felt surreal to believe that I could really be a billionaire now. 

After so much thought, I decided on trying a transfer. I had gone to get stuff with Lady Wright's card a million times so I knew everything about the account. I punched her account details and attempted to transfer the four hundred and fifty dollars she had paid Barnabas. 

My heart thumped harder at each spinning dot on the automatic teller machine screen as the transfer was processed. Everything literally stopped when the machine made a long beep, signifying a successful transfer. 

I managed to gather some composure after about an hour of coming to terms with my reality. I refused to return to the mansion and went to the hospital instead. I had a little conversation with the doctor who assured me that my mother was fine and would wake up soon.

It dawned on me. The whole realization completely drained me. I wasn't sure what emotion I was feeling as I caressed my mother's palm softly. 

“Wake up soon. It feels like I'm going to burst open if I don't tell you all about it right now. We're rich now, and I mean super-rich. I'll be able to give you the good life you've never had now. Just open your eyes.” I mumbled, squeezing her gentle palms softly. 

I dropped a light kiss on her forehead before finally heading to the mansion. Maybe it was because of the worth I knew I now carried, it didn't scare me to face my in-laws, instead, I was braced for it. 

‘‘And where the hell are you coming from, Mr gold-digger?’’ Natasha’s high-pitched voice traveled across the haze as I stepped into the sitting room. 

One after the other, my gaze trailed the five women seated, whose attention had been caught on me by Natasha’s outburst.  

Ava simply stood and left, while Mrs Royce watched with a different expression from the others. 

I cleared my throat. “I informed Ava. There was a development, I had to step out for a bit.’’

Daisy scoffed. “It's your stupid guts for me! How dare you leave when we weren't done with breakfast, what happens to desserts?’’ She raged visibly.

“I'm sorry, it was my mistake,’’ I muttered, lowering my face like the helpless boy I used to be.

“You dare blame it on a mistake?’’ Daisy fired. If she loved desserts this much then why wouldn't she prepare it?

“You have grown some wings, haven't you? You have no respect for anyone anymore, you couldn't even acknowledge Romeo’s presence. Just the same way you glared at Honorable Sikes last night.’’ Natasha spelled out callously. 

“Mark my words, your days in this house are numbered. It's high time you're thrown back to the streets where you belong. By the time you grovel with your fellow homeless beggars, you'll understand what life has in stock for people like you and learn to be grateful.’’ Daisy snapped. 

Her words sounded rather like warnings, she's probably planning to work towards driving me out of the house. I couldn't let that happen just yet, I acted up immediately, gluing my palms pathetically. 

‘‘It's not what you think. It was really very important. And about the honorable from yesterday, you could call him and let me make a proper apology.’’ I feigned pleading. 

Apologizing to Mr Sikes wouldn't be a problem to me now, knowing what's coming for him tomorrow. 

“Where was it?’’ Lady Wright finally spoke, commanding silence from every corner of the space.

As I shifted my gaze to her, my mind immediately drifted to the transfer I made a few hours ago. She must have gotten the receive alert. Was that the prompt behind her sudden question? What name could have been displayed as the sender of the cash, my name? Or Blue Diamond Corporations?

Various thoughts ransacked my head, making it almost impossible for me to sort answers.

“Where was it you went to that was so important, Lucas!’’ Lady Wright repeated, her voice higher than the first time.