Runaway from The Scheming CEO

CHAPTER EIGHT- DESPERATE TIMES EQUALS DESPERATE MEASURES

~~~THE EVANS GROUP

Christopher is in a dark purple suit, seated on a large chair, staring at the documents in front of him, trying to handle some official business but he couldn’t focus. His attention is on the fact that he sent Matthew to do something for him concerning Miss Green and his patience is running thin as he is waiting for feedback.

The phone and he quickly dropped the pen in his hand and picked up the phone and answered it. “Is everything done?”

“Christopher, Jessica rejected my proposal, it seems she’s still trying to find a way out of this issue but I think at the end she’d have to file for bankruptcy”, Matthew said truthfully.

“Hmm… What about James? Is there any news on his whereabouts?”

“According to the news from the police station and our private investigator, he has not been caught yet”

“That sly bastard, Looks like I underestimated and he absconded, maybe he fled to another country already”, I analysed.

“Christopher, may I suggest this to you, If you are so interested in the Green Family, you can just buy the company directly now!”

Why would I want a company that’s in shambles already? “I’m not a rag collector”, I sneered. “I’ll contact you if I need anything else”

“Just think about it, you have nothing to lose and everything to gain, this is perfect for your revenge, buying out your rival’s company and making it yours, that’s a  big slap to James Green,  just think about it”, Matthew advised and hung up the phone.

I narrowed my eyes slightly, deep in thoughts, Matthew does have a point but I have to get Charles to hear what he has to say about this.  I dialled the number and pressed the call button, “Charles come to my office”

In a few seconds he sauntered in, “Boss, what’s the issue?” This is why he is my favourite, it’s always straight to business for him.

“What’s going on with that piece of land on Chicago’s East Loop? It hasn’t been found yet?”

I had taken a fancy to this land more than two months ago, I asked Charles to follow up the negotiations for him and to hit me up on any updates. Unfortunately, the owner of the land has yet to be found to close down the deal. Now it’s not that they can’t find the owner, but it’s that we don’t know who the owner looks like. We can get the land through other means but I wanna do it the legal way with the seller involved. However Charles did some digging, getting inquiries from all parties and he finally found some clues and that’s what I wanna hear right now.

“Boss, this is a land listed in a will, sales and purchases are prohibited. Which means the will will only take effect after the death of the person who wrote it and the land will be given to whoever was mentioned in the will.

He slid his hands into his bag pocket and brought out a USB flash and handed it over to me, “This is all the will information that my trustee secretly copied, I got his yesterday, you may not like it though, Have it”.

I grabbed the USB flash and quickly inserted it into my computer, it lit up but for me to open it up, it requires a password. I frowned and glared at Charles and when he saw my face he spoke up, “Oh, so sorry boss, the password is your birthday.

I was stunned for a moment, i can't believe they used my birthday as the password, i typed in the date and it opened.

I read through it carefully, the information I got was a shocker. “So this land belongs to Jesica by Anthony? Her uncle or rather her biological father”

So there is hope for the Green Family after all, they don’t need to go bankrupt.

“Yes, it is indeed the will that Anthiny made before he was murdered, and the beneficiary of the will is the eldest daughter of the Green’s family”

My eyes darkened in anger, “This land in the East Ring Road is worth a lot of money to loss to the Green’s”

“The relationship between the two must be complex and very deep that he would leave her with so much money” I can’t believe he wanted to frame Jessica for killing her own father, does anyone know about this inheritance and her identity being Anthony’s real daughter.

“No one knows except her mother, Emily”

I nodded, “What about her mother? What did the hospital say?”

“Emily is was in a coma but she has woken up already, but she has no memory, she can’t even remember her children.”

My lips curled up with a glint of darkness in it, “Really? It’s a good thing that she has lost her memory, our work has been cut out well for us in order to get that land”

This could definitely work in my favour.

Charles frowned, “Boss…. I think you’re missing a very important point, the land cannot be traded, not even by Jessica herself” He stepped closer and pointed to the screen, “It clearly states that Jessica and her future spouse can only have the rights to use it”

I squinted my eyes to see better, and surely it was stated there, written in bold, how did I miss that? Such a smart bastard. I'm guessing he made it this way so no one could steal it from her, not even James. This also means Jessica who even owns the land can’t use it to generate money, she still can’t use it to save the company and her family.

“You can go”, I waved him out. As he was about to shut the door I stopped him, “And Charles….. Don’t ever use my birthday as a password in the future” He nodded and shut the door after him.

I walked up to the bar, grabbed a bottle of foreign whiskey, poured it into a cup and took a few sips slowly, “What a waste of a good place”. I mumbled.

And that’s when a very dangerous idea popped into my mind, but it can only work if she agrees.

~~~JESSICA’S POV

I stared at the crossroads as I walked the streets, the bank keeps reminding me of the deadline and I still haven’t found a solution to it yet. It was dusk already and I didn't know where to go and where not to go. I was mesmerised by the traffic, watching as endless cars went by and some waiting for the red lights to change.

At that moment I suddenly had the idea of walking to the middle of the rod to be hit, to feel a pain greater than this, to just end it, finish it off, but i can’t leave my siblings stranded, they’re the only reason i keep fighting.

I majored in gourmet cooking and also majored in Hotel management at the famous Kendall College. I never thought that I, who had never had to worry about food, clothing and a house would be in this kind of situation.

I had just one person on my mind to call but I didn't have the courage to face him, let alone ask for his help. I took a deep breath and made up my mind, i brought out my phone and dialled a familiar number which I knew by heart.

It rang for a while before it answered, “Hello”, I said shakily. He didn’t reply but I could hear his heavy breathing on the other end of the phone. “I know you can hear me Robert, I need to see you, I need your help, can I come see you?” I continued.

I was met with silence once again and this made me very anxious, “Ro..Robert?” I stammered.

“How dare you call after what you did to me you shameless slut? And to think I would even help you! You deserve everything that is happening to you, Like Father like Daughter”, he thundered.

“Roo… Roberts, how can you say that to me? I know you don’t mean it, you're just hurt and that’s why we need to talk things out”

“There’s nothing to talk about, I regretted the day I met you, Don’t you ever call this line again or I’d put you back in prison where you belong!” he said coldly and hung up the call.

My ears were numb. How can the man I love so deeply say such cruel things to me? Is he that hurt that he wants me to feel the same thing he’s feeling? As if my heart was bleeding already, what he just said made it worse. What am I going to do now? Robert is the President of the Smith company and I thought he would come to my aid. He was my last hope.

I had buried the pain of losing my virginity to a total stranger in the darkest and deepest part of my heart, locked away forever.  I looked at the scene right in front of me, it won’t hurt to just walk into the road would it?

My phone starts to buzz but I hesitated, is it Robert? Does he regret saying those things to me and want to talk to me now? I would never know unless I answered. I looked at it but the numbers were unfamiliar, who could this be?

“Hello?”

“Miss Green”, only a certain man in a suit with mysterious eyes with a voice that deep comes to mind.

“What do you want? To add more insult?” I groaned. I’m sick and tired of his attitude.

“What if i told you i have a solutions to all your problems”

Now that caught my attention, I’ve been waiting for those exact words to me said to me since forever, “I’m listening”

“How do you feel about getting married?”