When The Billionaire Clashes With The Influencer

Chapter 3:They Ended Both Their Life’s

“She had quite the nerve” I said as my personal assistant Desmond passed me a new packet of shirt inside the car.

Desmond let out a chuckle

I paused mid buttoning my shirt “is something amusing?”

He pressed his lips together trying so hard to suppress his laughter but it failed “What a lovely way to enjoy your lunch” I shot him a dreadful look but he totally ignored me and continued “I mean I have never seen you try to play the super hero before, you know like saving a lady in distress”

“Don’t test my patient this morning Desmond” I said seriously but he was still grinning like a fool. He never took me seriously. He was the only person with the guts to try my patient and get away with it. How would he not? He was my best friend, the only one I ever had since high school and also my personal assistant.

“I wish I was closer so I could get a full episode of a romantic drama” he said as he tossed the already stained shirt away.

I didn’t dignify his nonsense with a response. I finished buttoning my shirt, leaned back against the chair and exhaled

“Where are we headed?” I asked Desmond who was now on his tablet planning the day schedule.

“You have a board meeting now, so we are headed to the company.” Desmond said, turning to the driver “drive to the company” he instructed

I closed my eyes and the car was quiet. I couldn't help replaying that encounter from earlier. She was seated across my table so I was sure I saw her sobbing. She must be going through a hard phase, but calling me a p*****t for saving her from falling? That was wrong. Maybe Desmond was right I was playing the dumb hero

“Oh my God, Dylan! this has to be the hottest gist about you in a while” that was Desmond’s voice.

I was used to having rumours spread about me every now and then, so I wasn’t surprised they have dug up something again. My family is the richest in the country and I was their only heir. Though I had managed to keep my life private and off the media. Most of these bloggers always find a way to dig something up, more reasons why I dislike the media space a lot.

“Read it out. What is it this time?” I demanded without opening my eyes or turning around to face him.

‘Dylan Wilson the Billionaire heir Caught in Intimate Moment with Social Media Influencer Nyla, After Rumored Breakup Drama.” Desmond read

I rose up and upon my eyes immediately

“Let me have a look” I stretched my hands for Desmond tablet and he gave it to me

My jaw tightened aggressively, because just below the heading was a picture of me holding that lady from earlier. It was portrayed so intimate, one would actually think we were a thing.

That was the first time I was caught up in such a scandal. I was used to them springing up something out of nothing when it comes to me, but it never came with so much evidence and proof like this one.

“This is ridiculous, an influencer?” I muttered quietly.

“It’s just rumour, it will soon be forgotten like every other one” Desmond said but I wasn’t having it

“No” I refuted, shaking my head “this doesn't sound that simple to me” I concluded calmly.

Desmond was taken aback, as he turned to stare at me.

“You think she planned it?” he asked carefully.

I nodded in agreement. Everything started aligning and making sense in my head.

She walked in looking helpless and sat not too far from me, with her hoodie up and her head down. She was sobbing just to get me to pity her, then out of no where she was falling.

Something claimed not to be preplanned, was shot at the right time in the right angle, to look just intimate to sprang up reactions.

“She knew exactly what she was doing,” I continued. “These social media influencers would do everything to stay relevant.”

“But we can’t be so sure” Desmond cut in “it might be one of this bloggers or paparazzi that shot it without her own knowledge”

My phone vibrated in my hand. The moment I checked it, I almost lost it, because I could tell why mother was calling me all of a sudden.

I exhaled sharply and answered that call.

“So this is what you are into now” her voice sounded so angry over the phone, “lowlifes? An ordinary influencer that doesn’t even match your standard?”

I closed my eyes briefly. I was burning with irritation and annoyance. She just believed that, without asking if it was true or not. What was I expecting? she had always been the same woman I know.

“It’s not what it looks like,” I said through gritted teeth.

“End whatever it’s you have with her. before she tarnishes our family name.” she said.

I exhaled slowly and let out a humorous chuckle. “Do you ever listen before you decide everything for everyone?”

“Watch your tone, Dylan.” She warned

“No. I’m serious. Do you ever let anyone speak before you take control of their life?”

“I am your mother,” she fired back. “I know what’s best for you.”

My grip tightened around the phone.

“Remember how your decisions didn’t just ruin my sister and my dad,” I said, my voice dropping. “They ended both of their life’s.”

There was total silence for a long while, before she whispered “How dare you?,”

The line went off. I lowered the phone slowly, staring at Desmond who let out a low breath.

“That was… harsh.”

I leaned back, expression hard.

“She should stay out of my life.”

I leaned back on the seat with my eyes closed for a while before Desmond’s voice came again

“What do you want to do about the lady?” He asked

I opened my eyes slowly “Get me every piece of information on that lady,” I said in a stern voice. “I want her full name, her background”

“Okay, but still let’s consider the fact she might be clueless.” Desmond said

“I don’t care, she wants attention, right?” I added.

“I’ll make her pay, for the sins of all those who ended my sister’s life.”