Chapter Three
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He felt nothing.
As he stood and watched his parents' grave, he felt absolutely nothing—no sadness, no grief, just emptiness.
Did that make him a freak? It probably did. He remembered having loved his parents at some point in his life, but something must have snapped in him when they died.
He felt nothing for no one, and that's why he was known as the ruthless CEO. The only one who could get a reaction from him was his grandmother, and even that had its limits.
He knew people feared him. He didn't care; he thrived on that fear. He wanted everyone to know he was not to be messed with.
His assistant came closer to him as he stared at the graves. The assistant wouldn't dare that unless there was something important to report.
"What is it?" Raymond asked without turning around.
The assistant hesitated. That was strange; something serious must have happened.
"Speak," Raymond said with a cold voice.
"We discovered the employee who had been selling the company information to our rival company," his assistant said shakily.
Raymond smiled. Finally, someone to torture, but Raymond could sense he had more to say.
"And?" he asked.
"And... hmm... your grandmother ran away again, Sir," his assistant finally said with fear visible on his features.
Raymond grimaced; that old woman was testing his patience.
"How is it that an old woman keeps getting out of your sight?" he asked angrily.
"We're sorry, Sir. She escaped the guards when she went to visit her friends. They seemed to have planned it together," his assistant said.
Idiots, a bunch of old women outwitting grown men. Embarrassing.
"So? Have you found her?" Raymond asked. The assistant had better come with his grandmother's location, or he could bid his job goodbye.
His assistant looked more scared.
"Hmm... well, she was last seen around the matchmaking agency... It seems she's trying to... hmm... find you a wife again, Sir," his assistant said, moving back a few meters away from Raymond in fear.
Advisable, because Raymond was about to explode. His grandmother believed a wife would bring back his human touch.
Silly woman. She was lucky Raymond had affection for her; that was the most human touch he could afford. Any more wasn't possible.
"Leave her alone. Let her do whatever she wants, but watch her. Make sure she is safe. If a single hair is missing from her head, I will have your head," Raymond said blankly.
The assistant visibly stiffened as the blood drained from his face. He nodded his head rapidly before finally responding.
"Yes, Sir!"
"Get the car here. Let's go," Raymond said, looking around the private family graveyard. All of his family members were here. He, his grandmother, and one eccentric aunt were all that was left of the Glass family. He needed to protect what was left of his family, and if he needed to be ruthless for that, he wouldn't hesitate.
His assistant brought the car, and he got in. It was time to get the man that betrayed him. If there was something he hated most, it was betrayal.
But first, he should probably check on that old woman. Very annoying old woman.
Looking at the graveyard for the last time, Raymond looked away.
"Let's go," he said.
.....
He watched from afar as his grandmother hugged the crying girl.
The girl was slender with vibrant brown hair. He had no interest in women, but he could not deny this girl looked beautiful.
But why was she crying?
Upon arriving a few minutes ago, Raymond had seen some teenagers harassing his grandmother. He was about to get down and teach them a lesson when the girl came out of nowhere and scolded them off.
She sent them away after making them promise they would not be rude to the elderly again.
That was nice of her, but he was going to make them experience the consequences of their actions. No one bullied his grandmother and got away with it, as annoying as she might be.
His assistant would deal with that.
"Deal with those high school kids. You know what to do," he said to his assistant.
"Yes, Sir," the assistant replied, picking up his phone to make a quick call. That was settled.
He turned his gaze back to his grandmother and the strange girl.
She seemed to have stopped crying; she was now laughing hysterically at something his grandmother said.
Women were extremely weird and unpredictable. That was why he avoided them.
"Sir, we need to leave now if you don't want to be late to the underground meeting."
He stiffened. "Where is it being held again?" he asked wearily.
"The Beauty Clubhouse, Sir," his assistant replied.
He looked away from the scene in front of him. This meeting would be dangerous; he needed to be alert.
"Let's go. Have someone make sure grandma gets home safe," he said.
"Yes, Sir," his assistant replied, nodding.
Raymond hesitated. "And... get information about that girl," he finally said. His assistant looked surprised but nodded nonetheless.
He needed to make sure it was safe for his grandma to have her around.
The car moved, and they made their way to the clubhouse.
He could sense something bad would happen in today's meeting.
As their car moved forward, a truck started to head towards them, and it looked like it had no intention of stepping on the brake.
Well... s**t. They didn't even allow him to finish his thought.
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