The undercover billionaire

Chapter eight

The sun rose quietly over the Price Estate, bathing the wide lawns and marble paths in golden light. Inside the grand mansion, Arthur stood by the window of a big room—his room now—watching the morning breeze rustle the garden trees.

He hadn’t slept.

He had spent the night thinking about everything. His father, Master Price, was dying. His nanny was gone. The Harris family had humiliated him and stolen from him. And somewhere, his sister was still out there, lost or hiding.

His fists clenched.

He had lived humbly for too long. Like a worm.

Now he had wealth. Now he had power.

And now… he wanted revenge.

A light knock came at the door.

Arthur turned as Mason stepped in, dressed neatly as usual.

“Good morning, Young Master.”

Arthur nodded. “Morning.”

“I trust you’re settling in well?”

“It’s strange,” Arthur admitted. “Waking up in silk sheets instead of a sofa.”

Mason gave a small smile. “You deserve it. More than anyone.”

Arthur’s voice dropped. “How long does my father have?”

Mason’s face turned serious. “The doctors say a few months at most. He’s stable for now, but his heart is failing. It’s been too long untreated.”

Arthur looked away. His heart was heavy with regret.

“What do I need to do now?”

Mason handed him a black folder. “This contains everything you need to know. Business assets, company shares, enemies of the Price Family, and… details on your sister’s last location.”

Arthur took the folder and flipped it open. His eyes scanned the documents.

“There’s a woman listed here. Madam Yiran?”

“Yes,” Mason said. “She was one of your mother’s personal assistants before her death. Very loyal. She’s currently in the city, running a small café near River Street. She may know more about your sister.”

Arthur closed the folder slowly. “Then I’ll go see her.”

Mason nodded. “I’ll prepare a car.”

“No,” Arthur said. “No luxury cars. No guards. If people find out who I am too soon, they’ll come for me. I want to stay invisible—for now.”

Mason hesitated, then nodded. “Understood. There’s a black sedan parked in the back. You can use it.”

Arthur walked to the closet and changed into a clean, casual outfit. Dark jeans, a gray shirt, and a simple jacket. He looked like a normal man again. Not the billionaire heir he now was.

He stepped out into the bright morning, climbed into the car, and drove off alone.

River Street was quiet and peaceful, far from the busy noise of the city center. The café was a small, cozy building with ivy on the walls and a sign that read Sweet Nest Café.

Arthur parked nearby and walked in.

A bell rang above the door as he entered. The smell of fresh coffee and warm bread filled the air.

There were only a few customers sitting at small wooden tables.

Behind the counter stood a graceful woman in her late thirties. Her long hair was tied in a loose bun, and her eyes were sharp and alert.

Arthur walked up to her.

“Are you Madam Yiran?”

She looked up slowly. Her gaze moved across his face.

“You look just like her,” she said softly.

Arthur blinked. “Like who?”

“Your mother.”

His heart jumped.

“So you do know who I am.”

“Yes,” she said, her voice low. “I knew you’d come one day. I just didn’t know it would be this soon.”

She gestured toward a small table in the corner. “Sit.”

Arthur obeyed.

She poured him a cup of tea and sat across from him.

“You’ve grown well,” she said, smiling faintly. “Madam Aiyun raised you right.”

Arthur’s eyes darkened at the mention of his nanny. “She’s gone.”

Yiran lowered her eyes. “I know. I was told she died in the hospital. I didn’t want to show myself too early.”

Arthur looked at her carefully. “You knew everything. You could have come find me. Why didn’t you?”

“I had orders,” she said. “Your father told me to stay hidden. To protect your sister.”

Arthur leaned forward. “Then where is she? My nanny said she’s alive. Said I should find her.”

Yiran’s face turned serious.

“Her name is Elara,” she said. “Elara Price. She’s your twin.”

Arthur’s heart skipped.

“Twin…?”

“Yes. You were born minutes apart. But when your mother died, it was too dangerous to keep you both in one place. Your nanny took you. I took Elara. We split up. Hid in different cities.”

Arthur was silent for a moment, trying to process it.

“Where is she now?”

“I lost contact with her six months ago,” Yiran said. “She was last seen in Westhill City. I sent people to find her, but she disappeared completely. She left no trace or messages.”

“Do you think she’s in danger?”

“I think she found something,” Yiran said slowly. “Something powerful. And it made her a target.”

Arthur’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

“There are people who want the Price family gone forever. They failed to kill you. Failed to stop your father. But if they get to your sister first…”

Arthur stood up.

“I need to go to Westhill.”

“I’ll help,” Yiran said, rising. “But be careful. If they realize who you are, they will try again. And this time, they won’t make mistakes.”

Arthur nodded. “Thank you. For protecting her all these years.”

“She’s your sister,” Yiran said. “You must find her before they do.”

Arthur left the café with a storm in his heart.

He had only just tasted power—and now, he had a mission.

He wasn’t just going to reclaim his family’s legacy.

He was going to find his sister.

Protect her. And destroy anyone who dared to threaten them again.