The Billionaire’s Hidden Heiress
Chapter 130

Grayson POV

I was sitting down with the in-house investigator who was spreading out the financial records he had gotten his hands on and all the money he had tracked through careful investigation.

"You were right about the company credit card being used for fraudulent purposes. The dinners were for him and a woman, the same one on various occasions. I wasn't able to secure the footage in the restaurants, most of them had been taped over, but the description matched every time. Unfortunately, it's not something that the company is likely to be too concerned over" he admitted wryly "Everybody does it in this industry." I exhaled. That wasn't surprising. I pointed at a few transactions he'd highlighted. "What about these?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. It's an account that he's been transferring to in the Cayman Islands. That's proving to be much more difficult trying to determine who that account belongs to, but he's definitely transferring company money, not his personal money which is fraud. I would suggest waiting until I've determined the owner of the other account before approaching the authorities though" he said grimly.

"Any idea who the so-called mistress is?" I asked, "he's divorcing his wife so she has to be somebody he's in regular contact with."

"I've been tracking him but he's not been in contact with any women the last two days. He uses a burner phone to call her no doubt. Which means they are smart enough to cover their tracks. It would have to be a woman in the same social circles as him. He's spent a small fortune on gifts for her and considering the expense I would hazard a guess it's an expectation that it costs that much each time."

"I think so too. Keep trying" I advised him "when you find the owner of the account in the Cayman Islands. I want answers." "Will do. Mr Ferryweather is a slippery little eel but I will get him" the investigator muttered under his breath "I assure you." "Thanks" I muttered, clapping him on the shoulder and standing back up "I'll be in the office if you need me."

I strode back to the office where Timothy was patiently waiting. "How did it go?" he asked raising a brow.

"More questions than answers" I sighed "but we'll get there. I have confirmed he's gone to Johnathon as his new lawyer" I added scowling "But it's not surprising really is it."

Timothy shook his head. "By the way Timothy" I shot him a look as he glanced at me in surprise "When were you planning on announcing you're engagement to me?"

He swallowed hard "I, I figured that Rachel had already told you, sir, considering she high-tailed it out of our place this morning like a cat on heels to tell Flair" he blustered as I chuckled "so I didn't think I had to tell you."

I shook my head at him "Well congratulations" I told him warmly "You and Rachel are a lovely couple."

"Thank you," he said with twinkling eyes "I took your advice and ran with it. She was delighted by the question and she screamed so loud I think I've gone half deaf" he added, wincing slightly.

"Well the last I saw her, she was still with Flair," I said grinning "and they were discussing wedding plans."

He paled "Isn't it too soon to be discussing those details? We only just got engaged" he protested.

I smirked at him "You don't understand women do you Timothy?" I asked bluntly "By now they've probably already organized the caterer and the cake and no doubt picked the date. Once they start planning, they get on a roll." "Oh," he said faintly, "I thought that we would have a few weeks until they decided to start planning."

I shook my head at his naivete. Poor man. He was about to learn what it was like to have a significant other especially one who was friends with somebody as well organized as Flair.

The phone rings. Timothy sighs and begins to answer it. "This is Grayson Oakes's office, may I help you?"

I assume it's just another client, or perhaps the family member of a client I've helped. I cringe remembering the phone call from Mr Ronalda and although part of me knows it's not him, my eyes swing to Timothy's in alarm. I will always have the fear that somebody else will do the same thing, that I'll get another phone call stating that Flair is missing or has been taken by an angry client. It's part of the job, or at least that's what I'm led to believe, but having my family in danger should never be something I should have to fear. Timothy however is relaxed and quietly writing down something in his blackberry and I relax. It must be in relation to an appointment and I breathe a sigh of relief.

That relief is short-lived. Timothy hangs up. "That was another client appointment. A Mr Henderson. He wants to go over his will and ensure everything is correct. I've scheduled him for next week. It sounds reasonably easy and won't take up too much time." I nodded. Then my cell phone rings and I hastily move towards it, fishing it out of my jacket that's hanging on the back of my desk chair. Grandfather's name is on the ID. What does he want now? I frown and then take a deep breath, gathering my composure. Odds are it's just an ordinary phone call to check how Flair and I are doing, I thought to myself. I hoped that was the case.

"Grandfather" my voice is even despite the reservations I was feeling.

His voice is shrill and slightly panicked. "Grayson, where are you?" he asks.

I frown at the phone. Why does he sound so worried? I've been in the office since this morning. "At the office working," I bit out "Why? Is something wrong? Is it Flair? I asked sharply as Timothy's head turned and his own facial expression turned to concerned. "No," Grandfather said as I relaxed slightly, my grip on the phone still so tight that my knuckles had turned white "It's not Flair, but it's Johnathon." "Johnathon?"

What could have happened to Johnathon? Was it so urgent that Grandfather needed to call me? "He was" Grandfather stammered, sounding suspiciously like he was on the verge of losing control "He was hit by a car this afternoon" I glanced at the clock. It was early afternoon.

"Hit by a car?" I was confused "Outside his work?" I queried.

"No" Grandfather barked "Aren't you listening to me? He was hit by a car this afternoon while leaving a medical clinic. He's been taken to hospital. It..." he trailed off as I glanced at Timothy with a grim expression. "What aren't you saying?" I said evenly.

He wouldn't have called if it wasn't serious. I was already beginning to gather my things up while I spoke to him. "It's not good Grayson. He has multiple injuries. Whoever hit him was going at full speed" Grandfather choked out "They didn't even stop to check on him, they just kept going." This instantly made me suspicious. "What's his condition like now?"

"He's still being assessed. He was unconscious when he was brought in. So far all we know is that he's got several broken bones and internal bleeding. Many sentences in this chapter have been removed because you are not reading them on Jo b n ib.com. The possibility of him recovering is low" he admitted in a low voice "Charlotte is going mental. She's hysterical. So's her mother. I'm drowning here" he said helplessly "I could really use you and Flair. Flair would be a bit of a soothing influence" he added desperately. "Okay, I'll go get her and come to the hospital. Grandfather, are you there already?"

"I'm in the private waiting lounge with Charlotte and Karen," he said tightly "Be careful leaving your workplace. We don't know if this was intentional or a freak accident" he added ominously.

Odds are it was intentional but I held my tongue. Johnathon would have his fair share of enemies being a lawyer. Just like I did. I sighed "Keep pulling yourselves together, I'll be there as soon as I can. Did anybody get any security footage?" I asked, grabbing my jacket and beginning to put it on.

"There were no cameras. People who visit that medical clinic possess a certain clientele that likes to remain ominous" Grandfather said disgusted "Eyewitnesses all saw a different colored car so they're just as useless."

"That's not to be unexpected" I murmured "See you soon Grandfather."

I hung up and glanced at Timothy. "Johnathon Deluca has been hit and run over by a car," I said tersely.

"What" he said astouned "My god is he okay? Do you need me to do anything? Call anyone?"

I shook my head. "No, but I'm going to have to leave and go get Flair. Can you push all my appointments back and finish up this paperwork for me? Also maybe call Flair and let her know to expect me in case she's still with Rachel." "Sure, I'll do that right now," he said agreeably, grabbing his phone as I began to grab my briefcase.

My bodyguard was silently following behind. "Timothy make sure nothing about this gets leaked out to anyone" I warned "Until we can determine it was an accident, we're treating this as an intentional incident."

He nodded grimly "My thoughts as well sir. With everything that's been happening lately, it's too much of a coincidence to be anything else" he exhaled and began to dial while I turned away and thundered down the stairs.

"Sir, please allow me to go and check the security of the parking lot," my bodyguard said, halting me in the front foyer.

I waited impatiently for him to return and assure me it was safe. Although I did not blame him for wanting to confirm. The last thing I needed was to be hit by a car like poor Johnathon had been.

"It's secure, we can leave."

I climbed into the limo. "Straight home and then to *****hospital" I instructed the driver, leaning back and closing my eyes. I wondered how Flair was going to take the news that her ex-husband had been run over and was now barely clinging to life in hospital. She was bound to be devastated I thought and clenched my jaw. Whoever was responsible was going to pay for this. All of it!