Taming A Billionaire

Chapter 311 - Three Hundred And Eleven: What Do You Say, Little One?

Reina's point of view :

This was not going to end well, I chanted in my head for the umpteenth time already.

"Remind me what we're doing here exactly," I couldn't exactly remember what she said the last time.

"Shhh," Isabella pressed her finger against my lips to my surprise.

"Lower your voice for the hundredth time already, Reina," She groaned.

"I can't calm down since my heart is leaping against my chest because I just found my daughter in some random rich dude's house and would have come up with the most ridiculous thought if I hadn't seen her crouching down in the garden and peering out to God knows what, " I gushed out, feeling relieved afterward. Phew, anxiety is bad.

However, I should have said nothing because Isabella didn't respond at all, instead, she announced," He's out, "

"Who's out?" I asked, stretching my head to take a look when she pulled me back down.

"Julie,"

I blinked twice, taken aback. Why does it feel like I'm missing out on a piece of juicy news here?

"Who's Julie?" I couldn't hold back the curiosity anymore. Though Isabella was mischievous, she always plays a prank for a reason and since this pretty face is about to encounter his wrath, I can only guess one thing: he did something bad against her - rest in peace, boy.

"Shh, no more questions. It's time to observe," she hushed me once again.

"Observe? Observe what?"

"Damn it, you ask too many questions!" She complained, without taking her eyes off her target.

I shifted my attention to her target and discovered it was just a teenage boy, probably around her age or a year older. I continued watching as the boy entered what seemed to be his car - Geez, rich kids these days - and the next I heard was a loud explosion after the car moved just a few distances. There was no need to guess, my daughter caused his tires to blowout.

The car drove awry and began to pull strongly to one side as he couldn't steer. But the boy looked calm and focused as he pressed onto the accelerator to keep forward momentum and thanks to his spacious courtyard, it wasn't a hard feat to achieve. The car finally became steady and he came to a stop as the guards rushed to his aid.

"Young Master!" echoed from their mouths with pale expression while I stared at Isabella with a shocked look.

"Are you crazy?!" I whisper-yelled, feeling the urge to reach out and spank this girl hard on the butt," You nearly killed him,"

"Oh, he wouldn't have died. I went through his profile, he loves car racing hence this is little compared to the mobile incidents he's had over the years," Isabella said nonchalantly as if we weren't dealing with a life and death issue here. I take back my words, this girl is a devil. Niklaus was right, she can't be tamed at all.

"We should get going before we get discovered. My job here is done anyway. This should teach him a lesson not to mess with Anabelle ever in his lifetime," she said, dusting the earth off her hand.

"Mess with Anabelle? What are you talking about?" I was right, there was something was up.

"Played Anabelle like a yoyo when he obviously had a girlfriend - she was the dumb one to believe him anyway," she explained, more like, grumbled.

Oh, so that was the problem.

"But still yet, that doesn't give you - uh oh..." We came face to face with a guard who pointed his gun at us without hesitation. I knew Isabella would definitely lead me into trouble.

The next thing we knew, we were being led through the house with guns pointed at our backs while we had our hands behind our heads.

"This is all your fault," Isabella began to distribute the blame, " I would have slipped back unnoticed but you became a dead weight,"

"So amusing, I remember you were caught the moment you tried leaving," I pointed out smugly, she glared at me.

And so we began to quarrel back and front, uncaring that we were like sheep to the slaughter. We didn't know what was ahead of us and for sure, wouldn't look good.

When they stopped at a wooden engraved door, I was expecting them to throw us into some ancient dungeon as a sacrifice for a fire-breathing dragon however the reverse was the case.

The fire-breathing dragon turned out to be a bald man who was working on something in his desk as a guard went ahead to whisper something into his ears.

I observed their expression with deep concentration to know when to strike once I sense a killing intent from them. Sure, two guards were behind us with their loaded guns, I could take out and pick his gun while Isabella took care of the rest - I trust her quick thinking and I bet she was conjuring her own plan as we speak.

Then with quick reflexes, I would take care of the other guard beside their bald leader. Since I was unsure of the number of guards available, I'd use Mr. Baldman who seems to be their leader as a hostage and escape this place-hopefully alive and intact. Gentlemen, that's my plan - let's hope it works.

But to my greatest surprise, a smile stretched Mr. Bald man's face and he walked over to me and drew me into an awkward hug. Okie? What the hell was going on?

"I can't believe Sakuzi that bastard hid a fine daughter like you," He laughed boisterously, and pulled him into a current suffocating hug.

"W-who are you?" I asked after he let go - thank God- with my face scrunched up in confusion.

"I'm George, your father's old friend and once mentor,"

"Oh," I nodded in understanding with my lips pursed. Father never mentioned his mentor-mentee relationship, not that I ever asked. No wonder, I felt something off about this place.

We were released instantly and all of the guards left us instantly. Did he trust us that much? What if I harmed him? Well, if he was my father's mentor, then I'm sure he had hidden skills of his own hence his confidence in getting us alone.

Drinks were brought in and he gave us a warm reception. The next minutes were spent discussing my father and his shenanigans when he was young and I felt kind of bad.

Close to a week now, I haven't spoken to him, and gnaws at my heart. Sure, he did me wrong but I'm sure he didn't mean it - he was just blinded by revenge. Moreover, he did me the favor of getting rid of Adam; the burden?Niklaus was supposed to carry. Fine, I'll go see him after this.

George began, "So, I heard about the incident,"

Oh boy, here we go

"You do know that she almost cost me my son's life," He pointed at Isabella.

"I'm so sorry for my daughter's behavior and would compensate you heavily for whatever damage was cursed to your son," I added slowly, "And his car,"

"She's your daughter?" He looked genuinely surprised.

"Soon will be stepdaughter," Isabella answered, coldly, "Moreover, we all know that blowout is nothing compared to what your son experiences every day in racing," she said boldly, holding his gaze.

Oh God, Isabella does have a Ph.D. in aggravating matters. I felt like banging my head against my head on the desk, this girl would ruin my life.

I had expected George to get angry but he laughed, leaning back in his seat, "I like this girl, she amuses me,"

"Keep your kinkiness to yourself, old man. This lady here is taken," she said seriously.

George had a thoughtful expression, "Too bad then, I was just about to engage you to my grandson, Julie,"

I swore, Isabella literally barfed. For a moment she was dazed until realization dawned on her. Isabella was furious.

"I swear, I would rather slit my wrist, die and go to hell than be with that son of a... Mmm," I closed her mouth with my palm before she could vomit the rest of her unladylike barf.

"I'm afraid you might have to reconsider this great proposal, George. The girl really means the 'slit her wrist' part,"

"I'm sorry but that's the only way to compensate for what you did to my son unless you want to go to war with us...." he looked at me while saying, "Just like the Sakazi's, we apply the same rule,' A life for a life "

Isabella banged her hand on his desk, "He broke my cousin's heart, it was just payback,"

"Young child, I have never seen anyone die from a heartbreak without them facilitating the death themselves but I have watched uncountable death from a simple accident," He pointed out.

George stood and leaned against the desk, staring back at Isabella's bloodshot eyes," So what would it be little one, get engaged or go to war with my family? You make the choice, "

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