Taken By The Arrogant Billionaire

“Mum, please have a seat” Dylan tried to help her to the sofa, but she yanked his hand off.

“Answer my question this instance”

This was the first time they had seen her this mad. Dylan turned to Jared who only shrugged indifferently.

“Mum, she is not Cheryl”

“So you knew. And you didn’t think it was right to tell me?”

“Yes. Because we knew this was going to happen. You were going to get worked up for no reason”

“Worked up? For no reason? I found my daughter who supposedly died five years ago and you-”

“She is not your daughter, mum. At least not yet. We haven’t investigated anything”

“Then start now”

“The girl in question is not in the country”

“Now that is an excuse. A flimsy excuse. That should not be a barrier. You can get her here whenever you want”

“Mum, that’s -”

“No more excuses. I want to know everything about that girl by tomorrow. Does your dad know about this?”

She looked like she was ready to fight the moment they said yes.

“No, he doesn’t” Dylan replied. She looked a bit scary at the moment.

“Good”

“Mum, can you do us a favor? Can you not tell anyone?”

“I wont. Then see you boys later” She glared at them before storming out.

“Hey, why didn’t you help me out?” Dylan sank into his seat.

“She would have gotten mad at whatever I said, so you handling her was the best. Let’s just hope she doesn’t spread this”

“She already said she won’t”

“She didn’t promise you” Jared said with a smirk.

Dylan shut his eyes, rubbing his temple. “How did she get that picture anyway?”

“Who else? Your wife, of course. She doesn’t know about all of this, so she’ll gladly spill everything”

Jared was just about to leave his brother’s office when their phones dinged. It was a message from their father asking them to come to the old mansion for dinner.

Dylan threw his head back. Had she told everyone? Was that the reason for the sudden message?

“What do we do?”

“Let’s just wait and see”

That night at dinner, Dylan’s eyes were on everyone at the table. At the head of the table was Old Smith, looking so frail and…… different.

Dylan’s scrutinizing gaze landed on Old Smith, and he caught it. He slammed his fork down, his face hard.

“Why do you keep staring at me? Do you pity me? Huh?” He screamed at him. Mrs Smith quickly tried to cool him down by patting him. The doctor already warned that they should only do things that would make him happy, but he shook her off. He hated being treated like a child. He glared at all of them before leaving the table. The loud bang of his bedroom door resounded.

His outburst confirmed that he didn’t know anything about Layla yet. He heaved a sigh of relief.

He took hold of his mother after dinner and brought her to a silent place.

“What is it?” She questioned angrily.

“You didn’t tell anyone, did you?” Her expression immediately changed from angry to awkward.

“No, you didn’t” Dylan shook his head.

“Well, I didn’t tell everyone, but I told your father”

“You did what?” He squeezed his eyes shut.

“He’s your father. He should know, right?”

A maid approached them.

“Mr president, Mr Smith would like to see you”

He gave his mum a helpless look, and she only shrugged.

He met his father in the living room.

“You called for me”

“Have a seat. Your mum told me you found Cheryl. Is that true?”

“It’s not….. for now. We don’t know if it’s her”

“Can I see her?” One could see hope in his eyes, and it made Dylan guilty.

“She is not in the country presently”

“Her picture?”

“I don’t have it. I’ll get to the bottom of this. I promise”

Mr Smith sighed and nodded. “Does your brother know about this?”

“He does. Also tell mum not to tell anyone about this. We don’t want this getting to grandfather”

“I’ll try to, but you know how much of a parrot she is”

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Sandy had just finished chatting with her mother-in-law and was heading outside when she halted at the sight of two people ahead. Dylan and Amelia had their backs facing her. Just the sight of the both of them drove her mad. She sighed and waited till her red face was back to normal before making a move to call out to him. But he saw her first and Amelia excuse herself, offering Sandy a smile, but she interpreted it as a smug grin.

He held her hand warmly. “Are you done talking to mum?”

“Obviously” She spoke hardly, taking back her hand and walked ahead.

Dylan caught up with her.

“Is something wrong? Are you alright? Your face looks red. Are you sick? Should I call a doctor?”RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

His questions made her blood boil, and she just wanted to explode.

“Dylan!” She screamed at him so much that the servants nearby flinched. Dylan did not, but he raised a brow in surprise. She never shouted at him before.

“Hey, take it easy. It’s not good for the baby”

Sandy scoffed. The baby? That was all he cared about?

“Don’t talk to me. Just don’t” She walked ahead and got into the car. He entered through the other side, and she turned her head towards the window. He did not dare to say anything because she really looked like she would flip.

He suddenly got a call from his mother-in-law. He glanced at Sandy. She wasn’t looking at him at all.

“Dylan….. oh sorry, Mr president?”

“Yes. Just call me Dylan”

“This is Sandy’s mother”

“I know. Is there any problem?”

She lowered her voice a little. “Is Sandy there with you?”

“Yes”

“I don’t want her to know I called, and I should not say this during a phone call. Can we meet tomorrow?”

“Sure. You can come over. I’ll send a car to come get you”

Sandy scoffed.

“You want me to come to your place?”

“Yes. Don’t worry. There will be no problems”

“Okay”

He hung up and glanced at Sandy. She was still staring at the window like she could see something fascinating in it. But from the back, she looked insanely jealous.

Sandy ignored him all true the ride and even when they were in the bedroom, she turned her back to him.

The next morning, she made no reply to his greetings. He didn’t head to work that day, and patiently waiting for his mother-in-law. He secretly wondered what could have happened to have made her want to keep Sandy in the dark.

He cleared his throat. “Do you have any plans for today?”

“Stay in the house like I always do. As if you would let me go out and have fun”

“I’d let you”

She paused, staring at him for a moment before going back to her food.

“What meaning does going out have when I am always being choked by ridiculous numbers of bodyguards”

“No bodyguards today” That was a lie. He was only going to let them watch her in the shadows.

She halted, squinting her eyes at him. “You’re serious”

He nodded. “Great!” She flew out of the chair and hurriedly went upstairs, Dylan following closely behind. She opened her closet, checking out clothes to wear. She turned to Dylan standing at the entrance.

“You are not coming with me, are you?”

“I’m not”

“And no drivers”

“No that is not -”

“Then I’m not leaving” she went to sit on the bed, crossing her arms and pouting. Dylan massaged his temple.

“Can you drive?”

“Of course”

“Okay then”

“Really! Thank you! I love -” She quickly came back to her senses.

“What did you just say?”

“I said thank you”

“No. After that”

“I don’t remember saying anything else. Leave” she pushed him out, shutting the door in his face. She breathed a sigh of relief, patting her chest.

Sandy’s mother was let in immediately she arrived, having received prior order from their boss not to stop her. She was directed to his study.

He stood up the moment she entered and could not help but notice how lean she had become.

“Mum, please have your seat”

“Where is Sandy?”

“She isn’t home”

She nodded. “I’ll go straight to the point because I need to leave before she gets back and sees me like this. You see, the thing is, Sandy’s father passed away.

Dylan was beyond shocked. “When did this happen?”

“Two days ago”

“You could have called me to tell me”

“I was so confused when it happened, and I didn’t know what to do. Don’t tell Sandy about it yet.

I don’t think it’s safe in her condition. She would be so devastated to hear about her father’s death. Promise me you won’t tell her”

“I won’t”

CRASH!

The sound of glass hitting the floor had them looking in the direction of the door. Sandy stood there, looking completely pale, her hands shaking.