Chapter 32: The Catboy Who Kicked The Scrooge
In a spacious unadorned apartment, Aidan Wilson leaned against the kitchen counter. His fingers idly tapped over the cool marble surface as his eyes narrowed at the dim glow of his spare phone screen. It wasn’t his main device, too traceable, too exposed.
This was under a different name. A trusted one.
He had long learned that being discreet was more than just a necessity, it was survival. Especially with siblings like his, who would rather see him bloodied and bruised than sipping fine wine in peace. He had gone through countless layers of caution. Cars, SIM cards, even private accounts. None of them bore his name.
Alex Ford was one of his assistants working behind the scenes. He wasn’t foolish enough to simply transfer ownership to them, he had used many guarantees, contracts, legal binds and a stack of blackmail-worthy evidence to deter them from backstabbing him.
His siblings were watching his every move like a hawk, forcing him to use underhanded methods to deal with them.
Tonight, his attention was stolen by a massage he hadn’t expected. His busy schedule had made him forget that episode, the young man’s ridiculous act of damaging his car.
A soft snort escaped him as he accepted the friend request, and typed a reply, dark amusement filling his brown eyes.
AAA: Really? Your running back after screwing up my car was hard to miss that night.
Thinking he could afford the repair?! The boy was totally delusional.
Well, someone like that boy, a waiter, was clearly from the lower class of society. How could they recognise the top luxurious cars in the world?!
What Aidan Wilson didn’t know, of course, was that Micah had seen too many high-end cars in his life that they barely registered anymore. To Micah, they all looked the same, ordinary!