chapter Nine

Adam was very displeased, but he knows Fred to be very stubborn; he would not discuss the issue further. He slapped his phone to the wall in annoyance before reaching for the landline sitting on his table and pressing a key.

The phone got picked at the second ring. "Hello, sir," the voice at the other end of the phone said.

Adam tugged at the ties to loosen it before responding. "Get me the full information of what happened in Picaremore University today and fetch me the girl. Dead or alive, I want to meet her.

Also, get me every information that you can find about her family, take her to the warehouse; I need this to be done before the close of the day."

"Alright, sir, on it," he responded before hanging up.

Adam sank back in his chair before muttering, "Looks like no one is scared of me anymore. I will be sure to make an example of that classless bitch."

He pressed another number on the telephone, and the secretary came in. "Fetch me another phone from the store and clean up this mess."

Amanda swallowed her saliva and responded. "Alright, sir, can I get you anything else?" He creased his brow and responded, "Get me a cup of coffee as well."

"Alright, sir," she answered before bending to pick up the phone that was shattered in a corner.

She returned with a shopping bag and a coffee, handing the cup to him and asking if he needed anything else, which he dismissed with a wave of his hand. The number he had called earlier rang back, and he picked it up.

"Sir, her name is Rita Dasilva," the caller began, but Adam cut him off sharply, "I have no interest in her name, just tell me what I need to know about her background."

"Sir, she is from a poor background," the caller continued, "her father sells newspapers in Lacoste town, and she lost her mother in a car accident when she was eight."

"How did a nobody like her make it to Picaremore University and where did she get the guts to look up to my son?" Adam inquired.

"She is the awardee of the Picarmore University scholarship for this year," the caller explained.

"Crazy, so you mean the bursary fund that I give to that school is being spent on a nobody who does not know her place?" Adam exclaimed. "What are the criteria for the scholarship selection again?

How did a brat like her manage to get the scholarship? Shouldn’t the offer be for those with great characters and intentions to contribute to their community alone?"

"She is a bright student, sir. She got an all-round A in school, and she has always conducted herself in a great manner, despite being constantly bullied since her resumption. She has always managed to not let it get the best of her," the caller reported.

"She had an argument with her father who seems to want to take another wife yesterday, so I believe that her outburst stems from that."

"How is that any of my business or, at the very least, Fred’s?" Adam questioned.

The voice got silent before continuing with his report. "Fred asked for a refund, but I do not think he has the intention to pull through with it."

"What do you mean?" Adam pressed.

"He has his guards guarding her presently and seems to have requested for a leave from work for her," the caller revealed.

Adam furrowed his brows and muttered, "I really hope it’s not what I am thinking, I cannot have another of my sons developing feelings for a nobody."

"I want you to get rid of her. Make sure to be discreet with it so Fred doesn’t suspect me. Fabian is already out of control; I cannot manage to deal with Fredrico right now. He can be a handful when he is out of control," Adam instructed.

"I understand, sir. I will get right to it," the caller whispered before hanging up. Adam returned to the files he was working on before Amanda’s interruption.