Married To A CEO. Omega
Chapter 65 - Fifty -Five

Chapter 65: Chapter Fifty -Five

ERWIN

"Are you sure about this?" Ruth asks, uncertainty sparking in his eyes. "Are you sure that it will not back fire?"

"Pretty much." I get out of the car and shut the door behind me.

"What do you mean pretty much?!" Ruth yells but his voice gets muffled because of the door between us, "Hey Erwin! You bastard get back here!"

I don’t heed him and walk to the entrance of the huge company building, "Wait here, I will be back in ten minutes!"

The receptionist doesn’t ask any unnecessary questions such as: do you have an appointment and other shit. Because of course I don’t have one. I am an uninvited guest whom you are not supposed to welcome.

I go to the direction the receptionist shows me. My leg is hurting but I can bear it. And other than that my leg and I will survive it even if we break it again. So no objection.

I glare the thick black door that stands before me and that fucker. I don’t even bother to ask before swinging the door open. Anger and fury has my heart in their clutches and my mind is billed with blood. I don’t really care if he provokes me now and I end up killing him.

Jean is seated right across from the door on his black leather couch. His one leg is resting over another. There is a glass of alcohol held in his hand, a cigarette is sticking out from between his teeth as he tries to light it up with a lighter on his other hand. A large bottle of whisky is standing on that small glass coffee table in his office.

I whistle, "What a sight, uncle Jean." I enter the room, the door slams shut by itself.

"Where are your manners?" He finally succeeds to light up his cigarette and ask playfully, "Don’t you know that you should knock before you enter?"

I scoff, not bothering with his playfulness and struggling with keeping the anger flaring in my chest on check. "You did this, didn’t you?" I go straight for the red string. The hell I care if it snaps or not.

"How did you know?" Jean asks, slightly amused.

I walk to the couch lazily and sit on it across from him as I drawl, "I will be pleased to remind you that my brains and Leo’s brain works quite the same way as you."

"Oh Leo?" His eyes light up at his mention, "Didn’t he abandon you? And I thought he would send you a divorce letter by today?"

I fist my hand and flex it as veins pop out there and in my forehead. My anger is getting the better of me but I am definitely not giving the best of me, "So, you knew everything? Oh no wait," I correct myself as a flare grin tugs on my lips, "you anticipated everything, didn’t you? From my ’accident’ then our ’separation’ and now our ’divorce’ and I presume this meeting too is your anticipation or predicament, right?"

"This is why I like you, my boy!" Jean jets happily, "You are sharp and quick witted, you catch up on things quickly, don’t you?"

"Answer my question: what do you want?" I ask again, this time loud and clearly.

"Me?" Jean points a finger at himself, "I want this company, all to myself." From the way he is swinging his head and that crazed smile on his face it’s quite clear that whether he is or he is drunk. Which one is it?

I sniffle but there is no stench of anything like cocaine and weeds or other drugs. So is he drunk? Maybe. Good for me.

"Then why are you trying to kill me?" I interrogate further as I take in my surroundings properly. "I have nothing to do with the company or shit."

There is an almost empty bottle standing on the glass table and other two standing behind the couch Jean is sitting on. I can see their reflection on the glass background of this office. What is making Jean fucking Snow drink this much? Questionable.

"I want Leo too." My gaze freezes and my whole body rolls in disgust as his words rush in my ear buds. "I want him and tag him as one of my precious treasures in my collection."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I glare at him, murderous intent evident in my eyes.

"He is my nephew. I have things for younger men and when my son years ago told me how good Leo was I wanted to have a taste myself." Jean’s head bunches between his shoulders and I have this urge to tear his head apart from there with my bare hands but I keep them to myself, for now. "But if you are here it would harm my plan to do that, other than that if I can hunt you and then threaten Leo to submit to me then it will be only beneficial for me."

That’s right. Whether I live or die both are quite beneficial for this business man. After all, he is a businessman. He knows what he wants and I do too. Even if I am not a businessman I know exactly what I want. And my most desired thing is my husband, my king, my omega, my better half, Leo Snow.

Anger creeps up to my head and I punch the glass table. It shatters with a loud ear piercing noise. I get on my feet and stalk toward him, I plant my foot right beside his head, on the headrest and lower myself to hiss at him. I have got Jean completely flabbergasted at my action.

"Try touching me or Leo again and I will drag your beloved son out of the jail and kill him myself. Believe me you won’t even find a single hair of him let alone the body or any kind of evidence." I smirk that can only be described as Satan’s himself, "And as for you. I will chop off that thing between your legs and feed it to your son before he dies. How is it? Does the idea sound nice to you?"

Jen shudders. He opens his mouth and closes it several times but he manages to get nothing out of there. What a pathetic loser. I can even pity him. Just seeing him makes my stomach roll.

I straighten up and give him one of my nerve freezing smiles before winding out of his office. I inhale a huge breath as I wind my way down to the lobby and out of the company. I couldn’t breathe properly. It felt like someone was squeezing my lungs. The air in that room...I didn’t like it, at all. I think I would never want to go back there ever again but if someone gives me money...then maybe I can think about it.

"What did you talk about that sick old man?" Ruth asks as I hop on the car and plug my seat belt.

"Nothing you have to know about." I reply indifferently.

"Bastard." He seethes angrily as he pulls out of the driveway.

"And this is how you treat your boyfriend’s best friend?" I cock an eyebrow pointedly.

"Doesn’t it go the same for you?" Ruth rolls eyes, "Aren’t you too my best friend’s husband?"

"I have never insulted you and called you names." I lie nonchalantly because I know he has never taken them to the heart and already forgot about them.

"Wait, really?" Ruth literally stops the car and starts to remember the interactions between us, "B-But it doesn’t seem so..."

"Are you an idiot?" I sneer, rolling my eyes in frustration.

"Leo says so." He grins.

"Move the car. Why did you stop in the middle of the road?" I snap.

"Oh sorry, sorry." He instantly starts the car again and picks up a safe pace, "Where are we going now?"

"Do you know where his grandma lived?" I ask.

"Yes. I know...wait!" He stops the car once again abruptly, "You don’t mean_"

"Drive the damn car properly damn it!" I roar.

"Oh sorry, sorry." Ruth apologizes again and starts the car again.

God knows how many times he will keep doing that. I sigh in frustration. I really couldn’t find a better driver for myself.

***

I get off the car as it stops before a huge manor. Well not as huge as Leo’s anyway.

So this is where Leo grew up.

I tell Ruth to go without me and enter the manor. This manor is located quite far away from civilization. And it’s quite old too. Maybe because of the lack of care.

I set my foot on the front porch. There is a beautiful garden here. Many flowers and other things. I spot a paper tree too. Maybe they grow vegetables here too. This garden has a hint of warmth here. And it really smells nice here.

My stiff shoulders fall and my tense muscles relax a bit as I take in the flowers and greenery around me. But my heart stops as I hear a very familiar voice calling my name.

"Erwin?"

My head snaps toward the direction and my stomach clenches, "Leo." I breathe.