Billionaire's Proposal: His Heiress

Chapter 3

Logan clears his throat, his voice is lightly

“As we all know, I'm aging and my health is deteriorating but, the doctor says that I'm going to get better—”

“Certainly, father!” Leon says to the man sitting next to him and the man gives him an affirmative nod. Neon rolls his eyes, to him, Leon has just tried to play the good kid. How disgusting, Neon mutters under his breath.

“With no further ado, I am going to announce my successor—it isn't the final but I'd test the person’s ability using any of the firms that we have got. Sparks Indusyry is apex, yes, and so I'm not DEAD as part of this family wishes.” Logan’s lips curls into a mischievous smile.

“You could just let me know when to assume duties as soon as possible!” Neon blurts out and takes a sip from the wine glass. He did not know that he was loud enough for the others to hear, unconsciously speaking was not the best at the table. Every looks in his direction while he feigns to look away.

“I didn't know you had plans Neon, well, you can go ahead with your plans, you are not being affected neither are your plans.” Logan's voice is depicting sarcasm. Neon’s brows furrows, he has understood the whole thing but he is still trying to fathom the words of his father. “Leon here,” Logan places hand on Leon’s shoulder and continues. “Is my successor and will take over Sparks industry—”

“Father?” Neon groans out angrily with a heavy punch on the glassy table, it cracks and slowly depletes, they move away as the meal and dishes clashes to the tiled floor.

“I can't... believe that this... is all you have to say. Leon of all!”

Neon breathes hard, his veins are sprouting and his heart is thumping faster against his manly chest. He stares daggers at his father and then his step brother before he walks away, ascending the stairs, there is nothing he thinking rather the industry. He believes that he has worked his ass to get to that position, he is a step close to that position and all his father could do was betray his abilities, declaring his younger brother as superior over him—a successor. Neon’s thoughts climbed one another, he is unstable and unable to assume the news. He slams the door behind him and drops aggressively on the white sofa, he rips off his shirt and reaches for the bottle of hot gin and pours some into his glass and gulps down at once, he pours another and necks it down, and the third and fourth, and now he is holding onto the fifth, he only takes a sip and rests on the arm of the sofa.

“That piece of s**t!”

He snaps out angrily, he takes a deep breath. All he wants to do is rip someone head from the body, it would console him.

His phone chimes, he slowly pulls out his cellphone from trouser pocket and slides to answer.

“Hi sir, you have a meeting with—”

“f**k off!” he says tossing his phone to the floor, it crushes and he pats his forehead, as the tip of his fingers extends to his silky ebony hair.

There's a consistent knock on the door but he only stares at it and looks away, he has no intention of getting even if he is certain that his mother has come to check up on him.

“Leave me alone, mother, let me be!”

He says out loud to her and she persists with a bang instead, coaxing him that she would handle the situation soonest.

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It isn't too long Neon steps out of the washroom, his friend, Tesher, has called to invite him over to Hazy Strip Club. It is the most famous club in the city, or is exclusive to wealthy men and women, there was not a way a low or middle class person could afford it. He sprays a deodorant that has *Men’s Ice* inscribed on it. He takes his cellphone and wallet before heading out.

Initially, the invite was supposed to be in respect of his return and as well a celebration of Tesher’s upcoming wedding party. He strides down the golden carpeted stairs that has shiny golden railings too. Once he approaches the exit door, he hears someone calls his name. His mother, Claire.

“Neon my dear, let's talk!”

“I don't want to!” he snaps without looking back at her, her gaze is formidable most times, especially in situations as this.

“Mom, I'm not ready, I gotta go see Tesher—”

“Did you mean at the club?”

“f**k it Mother, did you eavesdrop? You did eavesdrop!” he concludes turning abruptly, he looks disappointed and angry.

“Not par se, but—”

“I can... have this conversation right now, I'm worn out and you know it! I mean, the earlier charade has derailed me... I need to go out to find MY peace. The one your husband and son took from me. I wish I never returned this early, it's a waste of time —my time!” He stops and walks out of the building without looking back, she entered her fingers below her chest pressing against her Chanel blazer, she feels her son’s pain, but he didn't have to act like a weakling at this point. She reasoned.

“That's not you, Neon, not the one I raised to be to a soldier!”

She then mutters under breath before leaving as well.

Neon motions with his eyes for his personal chauffeur to drive him to the club, Neon is this close to venting to anyone if he is not heard.

The rude fellow! The mysterious fellow!

Cherry’s POV:

“You know what to do lady, you'd be taken by the highest bidder in this entire club. You know what that is, more money and more money for you to pay off your debts, it's now or never!” the man says to her while she pouts but still agrees to his terms and conditions. The man she's met earlier, two days ago, he made an offer to hire her as a strip artist, he needed a woman to top his clients’ taste and so, Cherry was the best bet and of course, the best bait to use. Besides she has stolen countless from his store, it's not one he can forget or one that can easily forgive. Once a debtor, he hubby's you to pay off