The Marvelous Elijah’s Return

Ten Billion Dollars

Putting his card back into his wallet, Elijah stared into Mr. Fangios’ eyes coldly and then scoffed before turning on his heel and walking away with Matt.

“Wait!! How can you guys let him leave?!…” Mr. Fangio’s voice sounded desperate. “He hasn’t

“He has paid his bill, Mr. Fangio.” The receptionist said, interrupting his sentence.

Looking at her for a few seconds, Mr. Fangio frowned and turned his head to glare at the security guards before chasing after Elijah, shouting, “Wait! Let’s talk more… I-”

The door shut closed behind Elijah and Mr. Fangio picked up his pace, running fast, gaining frowns from people that knew who he was, and the fact that he was chasing after someone like Elijah made no sense to them.

When he finally caught up with Elijah outside of the restaurant, he took a second to catch his breath, watching Elijah glare at him. “Who’s your boss?… I can negotiate a better price… Now, I know that I underestimated you a bit.” Mr. Fangio stated, breathing hard while trying to regain his composure. “So I’m willing to offer you.” “A lot.” Elijah interrupted, folding his arms. “You underestimated me by a whole lot.” Letting his arms fall to his side, Elijah walked over to Mr. Fangio, leaned in so close that the old man felt a shiver run down his spine, and then mumbled, “I am my own boss… and I don’t like you, Clyde… not one bit. So, you either decide to stay off my path and out of my way, or else, you and I will bump heads way worse than what happened to your men.”

For a moment, Mr. Fangio was silent, staring right into Elijah’s eyes as if they held something deep inside of them, something that he could never understand nor get past, and then he mumbled, “You are your own boss? So… So…” A half-smirk made its way onto Elijah’s lips and he straightened himself to his full height, stepped back, and uttered, “Goodbye, Clyde.” “I call your bluff… you are not that powerful, and you know it!” Mr. Fangio mumbled, watching Elijah open his car door.

Glancing over his shoulder at Mr. Fangio, Elijah’s expression turned serious, and with that single glimpse, Mr. Fangio fell silent once again as he watched Elijah get in the car.

‘Are you really that powerful and the one who commanded so many thugs to run down my entire men within less than a week?’ Mr. Fangio mused as he stared at the car while Matt drove off. ‘How?… I mean… you don’t even seem that capable.’

As his eyes continued to follow the car until it disappeared around the corner, Mr. Fangio mumbled, “But then again, you just ruined my plan to save you out of debt with the restaurant and jail time, so you can be grateful to me… But is paying for an expensive meal, the same as owning thousands of thugs..?”

The dinner table was quiet as Peach slowly twirled her spaghetti, smiling softly to herself lost in her thoughts.

she didn’t seem to even notice, her thoughts on memories of Elijah which had her feeling warm and

laugh,” Rookie teased, grabbing Peach’s attention as she stared up at them, eyes widened and

“Thanks, guys… Sorry that you guys found out so late.” A knock on the hotel front door made

“It’s that annoying old lady from the

will go away, “Ryan uttered, squeezing his brows together. “Yeah, after all, she only ruins others’ moods and

chin in her hands as she gazed at the ceiling

sighing lightly. Understanding what her mother was getting at, Peach drew a deep breath and woke up from her seat, mumbling,

eyes locked. “Peach, honey!!” “Grand… Grand-ma…” Peach muttered under her breath hesitantly. “Good morning.” Taking off her dark shade, Madam Jewel walked over to Peach and

hair behind her ear, her expression looking so soft, until Peach asked with an uninterested expression, “Why are you here, grand…ma?” “I need you

Why am I meeting her?” Peach furrowed her brows as

wondering if there was

look appeared on Madam Jewel’s face for a split second, her gaze falling to the floor before she shook her head and mumbled, “I can’t tell you yet… You have to wait till we

Peach retorted bluntly, crossing her arms tightly against her chest and then

Miss Grace met her eyes and mumbled, “Peach,” “It’s fine, Grace.” Madam Jewel cut in quickly, taking Peach’s hand. “I know you are a woman now, and

what?” Peach

connections, and she knows the ones

dating.” Peach stated firmly with a frown. For a moment Madam Jewel pursed her lips and

don’t want to do better than him. I want him, and I am marrying him.” Peach stated in

won’t marry some stranger because

crossed Madam Jewel’s face as she studied Peach’s expression and then she glared at Miss Grace, mumbling, “And you