The Useless Husband Is A Conglomerate Heir

Chapter 3

Caspian pulled out his phone in rage, angrily typing Graycie’s name. Her number showed and he tapped on it. 

It rang. 

“Come on, pick the call!” He growled angrily. It rang and rang, no one picked. 

He turned back, driving his fingers into his air in frustration when he recalled what Atlas had said. 

About to call him to tell of the calamity he was in, he caught sight of a couple. With the woman looking so familiar. 

His heart ceased a bit. 

He looked deeper. It was Graycie. 

For a brief moment, Caspian forgot everything. The guards disappeared from his mind. Even the thought of calling Atlas to tell him that he had arrived. 

For one second, he simply stood there, staring at the woman he had called his wife. 

She was laughing, curled up in the arms of the tall, gorgeous man, looking so much like a doctor. The doctor she'd talked of. 

Then a black Ferrari drove by stopping at the entrance of the block, the car opened. 

She stretched up towards the man's cheek and gave him a kiss. 

“Heyy, heyyy.” Caspian roared like a lion, racing across the field, faster than any of the security guards. 

They paused, both gawking in horror. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“Help! Help!! Help!!!” She cried out loud. “That abusive nanny is here. He tracked me here. He's been bothering me to marry him, he won't stop at that.” 

The man beside her swooped to the front, blocking Caspian. People stepped out of nearby officers, gathering around. 

Caspian kicked him and he fell to the ground. 

“Dr. Clever!” 

“Dr. Clever!” 

The guards and the other staff called out before storming at Caspian. 

The name sounded quite familiar. 

Dr. Clever. 

Dr. Orion Clever. 

His hand stopped mid air as he tried to reason the name. They were on him, hitting him terribly. 

“How dare you stalk your boss here?” 

Caspian halted, tilting his head. “Which boss, what do you mean?” 

But she ignored the question. “Where is the baby, you left him to chase your boss?” 

“When will these violence on women stop?” 

And in the midst of the bearings with him trying to defend himself, others were videoing, some even streaming online. 

Caspian’s heart knotted really tight, he wanted to dodge one of them, grabbing the phone and crashing to the ground when a man shouted from behind him. 

“He even brought a gun to shoot us here.” 

They dug punches on him without even verifying if this was true. 

Graycie stepped in, wiping him a terrible slap. 

“How dare you assault my man, you useless piece of trash?” She added her slap. 

“Man?” He rose up, finding words difficult to come through. 

His fist pointed at her, “So this is why you stayed away from our wedding?” 

Caspian grunted amidst the fight. He was breathing heavily but not surrendering to these monsters. 

“Which wedding day? Are you that dumb to know that I want nothing to do with you.” 

He heard whispers and laughter. 

“Just let him breathe a bit, I want him to stay and watch me shine with someone else.” She said, draping her hands over Orion who was   typing into his phone. 

Graycie leaned into him, peering at his phone. “I can't wait for the cops to arrive.” 

“He's calling the police?” 

“Yes!” 

“Good!” 

Instead of fear, Caspian’s eyes turned bloody red. 

His foot stamped angrily on the floor. “You have no brain. How can you happily fuck a woman with a kid and baby daddy and still go ahead to call the cops?” 

“Do you think they are foolish like you? Let them come arrest me, let me see.” 

Graycie cracked, laughing at Caspian so hard. 

“I, married? The beating hasn't done any better to your brain.” She mocked. 

“Continue while we wait for the cops.” 

Hands were about to touch him when a fleet of cars drove into the premises. Speeding to the entrance where they stood and stopping in unison. 

One by one, the doors opened. 

The occupants of the first car turned out first. 

A tall, broad-shouldered man. Supposed to be in his late forties. 

He wore a dark luxury suit that looked perfectly fitted to his body. His shoes were dark and shining. He was the perfect definition of luxury. 

His sharp features gave him a cold, commanding presence.

The moment his shoes touched the steps to the block, all of the staff who were watching the drama stood straighter. Even Orion. 

A tall, elegant lady with an hour glass figure emerged in heels and a creamy corporate suit. 

She was supposed to be in her twenties and the most beautiful lady Caspian has ever seen. 

Looking so much more like a billionaire heiress. Her hair was combed into a perfect bonstraight. 

Her beauty made people here freeze. For a moment, they'd unintentionally ignored the man before them to look at her. 

She came to stand beside the first man. Caspian stepped forward confidently but with curiosity plastered on his face. 

“Mr. Atlas?” He asked as the man's eyes suddenly stopped on him.

“Yes sir.” 

“How did he know Mr. Atlas, the President's PA?” Someone whispered, behind him.

The name spread through the crowd in whispers. 

“Atlas Wilder?”

“What's he here for?” 

“Why is he looking at this brat? Even calling him sir?”  

Many voices gasped at once. 

Caspian’s face rolled back to the security guards from the gate and each one of them dropped their faces low. 

Their gaze seemed to ask the question, ‘Who are you?’ But Caspian spread his lips into a brief, sinister grin before turning away. 

“Sir, you didn't call me any longer? I'd waited till the three hours elapsed.” 

Caspian hesitated a response and turned to Graycie. Her brows knitted with rage blended with shame and uncertainty. 

But her new man cut in. “I'm sure you're mistaken sir, this is my baby mama’s nanny. 

“My baby mama which I told you about.” 

“What?” Caspian turned to Atlas. “Is this the doctor you referred me to?” 

Silence was suddenly filling in. A deadly one.