Billionaire's Proposal: His Heiress

Chapter 7

Leon’s POV:

“Would he believe that I never saw that coming too? Damn it! Dad is just something else!” she mutter inside him as he makes his way to the garden, his father is sitting and reading from a magazine. He moves closer and lightly plants a hand on his father's shoulder.

“Hey Dad!”

“Leon,” his father chuckles and puts down the folded magazine. Leon takes a seat beside him and sips from the same wine his father is having. “What's the matter? Why are you gloomy?”

“I am?” Leon feigns and they crack up

“You are, do not play nutcracker with me, son!” Logan's tone transits into a stern and calm one as he leans to rest his back on the woven chair that is nicely sprayed brown. Leon clears his throat and continues.

“It's... It's about Neon, he—”

“Look, I have made my decision and you know that it stands!” Logan snaps

“Yes I know, but don't you think that he is frustrated? Don't you wanna talk to him or—”

“Leave! Leave, right now!” Logan instructs and Leon rises to his feet. He is aware that he should not have come to his father about his step brother, regardless, he came and now it wasn't favorable just as he imagined. He has seen the look that Neon would give to him and the one that he pulls on his face, all the time, he didn't have to be told that Neon is one step away from hurting just anyone.

“I'm sorry, I'm not going to talk about him or the Industry!” he adds and leaves at once.

Striding on the lawn, he catches a glimpse of Neon playing a basketball in the caged court, that is a distance from the main building and even the garden—where Logan is sitting in. When Neon throws the ball into the basket, Leon clears his throat to catch the attention of his step brother but Neon intentionally falls on deaf war. He throws the bounces and throws the ball into basket two more times, still ignoring Leon.

Leon strides towards the ball and catches it, now, Neon’s eyes are on both Leon and the ball in his hand.

“Stop ignoring me Neon, it's childish—”

“What is childish is you taking hold of the ball—” Neon says

“I doubt it!” Leon tosses the ball from side to side. “The one who is childish is the one refusing to share the ball, asking for the ball!” Leon fires back at him. He looks away with a faint smirk, he is one second away from beating his brother up but he withholds his anger and turns to leave.

“Keep it!”

“What exactly, the ball or the Industry or both—” Leon says to him and he abruptly turns to his brother, raging.

“Leon?” Neon dubs at him

“Seriously, I don't intend to make this seem harder than it is, I just wanna talk!” Leon says, his voice is deceptive, he seemed to be forgetting who his brother was, he chuckles. Neon turns walks off, but Neon calls out again.

“Let's make a deal, brother!”

Neon turns around and walks towards Leon and throws a punch to his face, when Neon attempts to return, Neon throws another and Leon crouches, holding his face, bleeding.

“Do not try to annoy me, kiddo!”

Neon walks off the court finally heading to the main building, he thinks of a shower on the spot.

Neon’s POV:

“I can't believe this asshole, trolling at me!” Neon mutters under breath walking into his bedroom, next, he slams the door.

In the next hour, Neon hears a knock on the door.

“What?” he goes off, raising his baritone and whoever that was behind the door and he heard the voice of the butler, scarily informing him about his father, who wants to see him in the next minute.

Neon knows what it is all about, he takes his time to wear a shirt over his bare upper body, his phone chimes at once and he stretches a hand to reach it.

“Speak!”

“Your flight is in the next two hours sir, the jet is set!” his pilot tells him and a smirk lands on Neon’s lips, he had long prepared for the grand summit.

“Alright, I'll see you in the next one hour! A have a few to round up!” he says to the man and hangs up at once.

Claire barges into the room pulling an angry face striding in blue vintage dress and heels. Sometimes he wonders why a woman her age keeps dressing like a young woman in her twenties. One thing he is appreciative for is the fact that his mother always remains pretty and ambitious but he the other thing he fails to appreciate is the invasion of his privacy, be it where soever.

“Dear mother, you could do well with a soft knock and not stomping in on me like some criminal!” he says, buttoning up his grey shirt.

“You are something indeed, Neon, what on earth did you mask your brother’s face with? It's unethical!”

“Oh mother, please! He called for it! If he had not tried to make me look like a fool, then I wouldn't go off at him in such a manner.” Neon almost yells

“Have some respect and dignity, boy. If you really want to earn that position of beholding the industry, then the least you can do is be humble. For now!”

“Mother, are you even listening to yourself? To be humble?” he questions drawing close to where she stands, beside the drawers.

“Either way, he is above you!” she adds

“No, he is not.” he defiantly responds. “Mother, I don't care if you have been humble enough to let another woman take your husband from you, well, I'm sorry but that notion doesn't work for me. I get what I what!” he says and she stares daggers at him, again, he was digging and saying too much.

“I may have let another woman take Logan but guess what, son? Where is she today? Dead!” says Claire, her tone is wild and firm, she walks aqay leaving him in thoughts. It is not like he is surprised that she had killed his stepmother after she gave birth to Leon, he is just a bit shocked that she isn't remorseful for doing such a thing, as a woman. She shrugs off the thought and walks out of the room holding his cellphone in his left hand.