Taken By The Arrogant Billionaire

It was clearly stated on the paper that Mrs Smith was giving her a property, and not just any property, a whole island!

“She gave me an island”

Dylan shrugged.

“Just accept it”

“By any chance, do you know how much this costs?” Her curious instinct was piqued.

“Probably two million dollars at least” he said nonchalantly.

“Two…..” She stopped talking. She became a millionaire in just a few hours?

Woah! They were really generous.

She reached for the smaller envelope, hoping it would not be something so grand.

She brought out a card. She gasped and quickly covered her mouth, the card fell on the floor.

Dylan chuckled at her overreaction. She didn’t know she was such a talkative, and it was cute.

“I’m dreaming right?” He shook his head, an indulgent smile on his lips.

She reached for the card and stared at it again. Black card was boldly written on it. This was the first time she was seeing it. She had only heard of it. Of course, she knew the usefulness. It was practically limitless.

“This… this is… huge. Is this a norm?”

Dylan shrugged again.

“I guess so”

“We are here, sir” the chauffeur announced.

Sandy looked around and indeed, they were before her house.

She gasped and scurried off the car. She had lost track of time. Letting Layla and Valerie know what was going on presently was a bad idea.

“You should leave. Thanks for bringing me home” she said hurriedly, looking around for any sign of someone.

She imagined the girls staring at them through the window.

“Please leave now” she said desperately.

“Goodnight”

She nodded in haste.

She breathed out as she watched the car drive away.

She hid the card and papers in her bag, and walked towards the entrance and knocked, and the door opened in seconds.

“Welcome back” Layla said.

She searched her eyes for any expression that could indicate they saw the car outside, but there was none. She secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

“You’re not asleep yet?”

“Yeah. Not feeling sleepy. Where were you anyway?”

She closed the door.

“Went on an outing with a friend” Sandy said simply.

Layla crossed her arms.

“Male or female?” She crossed her arms, looking like a nagging wife.

“Male”

“You’ve been quite close with this friend lately. Anything I should know?”

Sandy sighed.

“This is my private life, Layla. I don’t need to share it with anyone” Sandy snapped.

Layla raised a brow, dropping her hands. This was the first time Sandy snapped at her.

“Well, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it will make you mad. I was just worried”

Sandy realized she had gone too far.

“I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean to speak that way. There has just been a lot on my mind recently”

Layla nodded.

“I’m off to my room”

She watched as Sandy proceeded to her room.

At the Old mansion.

When Mr Smith and his wife left, the butler knocked on Old Smith’s study. He had a file with him. He had been ordered to tell the family he was asleep and didn’t want to be disturbed.

“Come in”

A voice said from inside.

He entered and met the old man seated at the table.

“What did you find?” He asked straightaway.

Butler Gomez stretched out the file towards his boss. He had been working with old Smith since they were young, when his father was still the family’s butler.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

He was old Smith’s assistant back then and was still in the business.

The old man looked through the content and his face scrunched up.

“Her mother owns a restaurant and her father is…. a gambler?!”

He knew immediately he saw her that she wasn’t from the upper class. He wanted someone who could cement his grandson’s career.

Not this one with a messed up family.

“Where did Dylan find this woman anyway?” The butler maintained his silence.

“Tell him I want to see him first thing tomorrow”

“Yes master”

Somehow, he felt like, in his master’s eyes, no woman would be good enough for his grandson. The only lady he cared about was his granddaughter, and she was dead.

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Dylan stopped at the old mansion with the intention of leaving for the office thereafter.

The butler greeted him.

“Master is in the study” Dylan nodded and walked towards the study.

His grandfather was standing at the window, his walking stick, next to him.

“Good morning, grandfather”

“Have a seat”

“I will remain standing” Old Smith’s nose flared. He hated it when someone disobeyed him, but he let it go…. for now.

He threw the documents the butler bought for him towards Dylan. He caught it and skimmed through it. He wasn’t surprised. He knew his grandfather was going to do that.

“You cannot marry her”

Dylan placed the paper on the table.

“I will, grandfather”

“You will not” his veins were almost popping out from anger.

Dylan smiled.

“I will marry her”

In anger, old Smith raised his walking stick, and it came down heavily on Dylan’s back. His jaw set, but his expression didn’t change. This wasn’t the first time.

His grandfather was already breathing heavily. The butler ran in. He had heard the commotion while passing by.

“Master, your blood pressure” he reached for some pills on the table and gave it to his master, who had taken a seat on the sofa.

“Thank you. Leave us alone”

The butler nodded. He contemplated telling Dylan not to upset the old man, but on second thoughts, it was the old man who chose to upset himself. Dylan was usually gentle and didn’t stand up against his grandfather most of the time.

The butler sighed, shaking his head as he left the vicinity.

In the study, it was silent as Dylan stared out the window.

“Are you okay now?” Old Smith scoffed.

“Like you care”

“This is my life. You won’t make decisions for me. I have always listened to you, but I will never let you choose my spouse like you did with Jared”

“She’s going to bring you down. She doesn’t even have a good background, and she only wants your money. A gambling father? That is even worse. You can’t marry her. It’s either you listen to me, or….. you know me Dylan”

He narrowed his eyes.

“Nothing must happen to Sandy”

His grandfather smirked.

“Your choice” Dylan could feel anger begin to burn inside him.

“She is with child. My child. Your great-grandchild” He looked up, surprised. He definitely wasn’t expecting that.

What followed was a scoff.

“And you believe that it’s yours. That only assures me that she is a gold digger”

“I am a hundred percent sure, so she must not get hurt. If she does… I don’t want to turn against you grandfather”

“Are you threatening me?” Dylan smiled.

“Whatever you want to think it is” he walked out of the house, leaving his grandfather fuming.

At Smith Industries,

It was lunchtime and Valerie walked into a café opposite the company.

“One iced Americano, please”

The attendant stretched out the cup to her.

“It’s $5 ma’am”

She mouthed a thank you and reached for it, it was at that moment she realized she had forgotten her purse.

Her eyes widened. How was she going to tell the lady that she forgot her purse?

She mentally hit herself in the head.

‘Valerie, you idiot’ She sighed, determined to tell the young lady.

Just when she opened her mouth to speak, she saw someone stretch out a card to her.

“I’ll make the payment”

Valerie turned to the speaker and behind her stood an attractive hunk, with blue studs in both ears. She was lost in his beauty for a moment.

“Here it is sir”

The young lady’s voice brought her back to the present.

“Thank you” his voice came out sleek.

“I’m Ryan Taylor. Nice to meet you” he brought his hand forward for a handshake.

She was still bewildered why a complete stranger would pay for her items, but then again, it happens.

“Valerie Gardner. Nice to meet you too. And thank you so much” she took his hand.

None of them noticed a certain someone at the entrance of the café, looking like the king of Hades.