The Mysterious Billionaire

Paige opened the safe and took out all the things inside.

Her mother's shares of the company and some books were inside the safe, as well as the property ownership certificate of the villa alongside other company items. D These were all things that were displayed as a distraction. Paige knew that and she searched the safe for a while longer but she did not find anything else.

She didn't give up and she continued to search. Finally, she found a string of keys and a business card under the compartment of a box.

There were two words on the business card, Lamont Saunders, and a phone number below it.

She had never heard of this name, but since her mother had put the key and business card in such a secret place, it must have been important.

Paige decided to look for him as she dialled his number.

A low male voice came from the other end of the phone, "Hello, who is it?"

"My name is Paige Anderson, daughter of Natalie Garcia. Mr. Saunders, can we meet?"

"Are you Miss Garcia's daughter?" He asked in surprise.

He identified her mother as Miss Garcia. It was obvious that he knew her. Paige answered, "Yes, she is my mother."

At the other end of the phone, he pondered for a moment and said, "I am currently out of town, so I can't meet you for the time being. But I will return to B City in three days. I will see you then!"

When Paige was on the phone, Abbie had been watching her quietly. When she saw Paige hung up the phone, she asked, "Did he agree?"

"Yes, but he is not here now. He said that he would come back in three days."

Abbie frowned and said, "Paige, you don't know who this Lamont Saunders guy is. Are you sure you want to meet up?"

Paige nodded, "Abbie, in my memory, my mother didn't have friends or relatives. She told me that she had left something in the safe for me. I didn't find anything else other than this set of keys and this business card. I think they were put in there for a reason. I must meet him."

Abbie did not agree, "But you don't know what kind of person he is. I don't think it's good for you to see him rashly like this. Let's investigate him, shall we?"

Paige retorted, "How can we investigate him? Find a private detective?"

"The people who can be friends with your mother are either rich or noble. Maybe he's famous! Would you like me to go back and ask my brother?" Abbie suggested.

"Sure, you should go ask him," Paige agreed.

After they were done, Abbie went to find Aiden. She went straight to the president's office and opened the door, but he was not there. Instead, Michael was sitting on the sofa.

Seeing Michael, she frowned and asked, "Why are you here?"

Michael didn't care about how Abbie came off a little rude, "I came to find your brother to deal with something."

"If you show up here, it must be nothing good, troublemaker!" She muttered in a low voice.

Michael stood up from the sofa and walked to her, "What did you say?"

"Is there something wrong with your ears? You're a troublemaker!" Abbie glared at him.

"How bold of you to say that about me!" He reached out and grabbed her.

"Let go of me!" She pushed him hard, but he did not let her go. He held her and said,

"Apologize!"

"For what?" She raised her eyebrows, "Are you not a troublemaker? You are the most shameless person I know who can talk his way out of anything. I can't believe a person like you can get to the status you have right now! "

"Abbie Cook! Shut up! If you continue yapping, I won't be so kind anymore," Michael was livid after getting scolded by her.

"What are you so loud for? I can hear you very well. Let me go! You're so dirty and disgusting! Michael, you son of a b*tch, I hate seeing you. Listen, I know about your romantic affairs. Don't piss me off. If you do, I will tell my sister that you are hooking up with prostitutes abroad and let her break off her engagement with you!" She swore while forcibly shaking off his hand.

Michael was so angry, and he tightened his hold on her, "Who told you I was hooking up with prostitutes?"

"I saw it with my own eyes. I was behind you when you and that golden-haired woman went to the hotel. I saw everything clearly, you shameless b*stard!" She cursed angrily.

He laughed with anger, "Abbie, I have never touched other women, let alone hook up with them."

"Is that so? Are you saying that I saw a ghost? Or was that just some random son of a b*tch? Why did that b*stard look exactly like you?" She asked back.

How dare she called him a son of a b*tch!

He glared at her, "You're going too far! Apologize to me, or I'll punish you!"

"I won't apologize!" She wasn't scared of him at all.

"Are you going to apologize or not? Let me tell you Abbie, if you push my buttons too far, I can do anything!"

He said that and reached out his hand to hold her chin, forcing her to look up at him, "Look into my eye to say that you're sorry and you know you're wrong!"