Billionaire's Redemption

Chapter 8

Billionaire's Redemption

Chapter 8

Christopher King's POV:

What if I file a complaint using my uncle's case and close their therapy center? That should be fine. Yep that would work. I called my uncle but, he didn't pick up the call. What if I file a complaint using Richard?

I called Richard and he picked up my call readily. "What are you even doing? You picked up my call so fast?" I questioned him. "Hello to you too and I'm fine thanks for asking" Richard said and I can literally imagine his pout.

"Answer the question Rich" I said annoyed. "Okay.... I am pooping" he said in a low voice. "God more...more........ahhhh" he said moaning. "What is wrong with you???" I shouted. God where did you go wrong with this one?

"You call me when I'm busy doing some literal shit and shout? Huhuhuhu you're so mean" he fake cried. Okay I'm done with him. "Stop your fake cries and I was thinking we should file a complaint against Mr. Jones, his daughter and that mannerless monkey".

"What is wrong with you? They're the nicest people I've ever met. You know they gave me a fresh towel to clean myself after I accidentally fell into the poop pit and not to mention the absolute saint Mr. Jones shared one of his white robes since I was stinking. Don't even talk about the girl, she was such an elephant. Did you know she can speak monkey-ese? And the monkey kikikikikiki such a cute little thing it is" he said.

People please don't ask me what that kikikikiki mean. "Richard... they're very violent people. Look how they got you hospitalized. We have to report this" I tried convincing him. "There's no way I would ever file a complaint. That's never gonna happen.

"I'm still gonna file a case and you have to give your statement to the police" I said with a finality in my voice. I know that Richard is a little gullible and if I pressure him a little, he would support me.

"Nope, not gonna happen. Leave about humans, I cannot do that to a monkey and before you say anything else, you cannot defend yourself coz I'm the only evidence you have and I will not help you out this time" he said. What in the hell is wrong with all the people around? My grandma who treasures me, praises their methods and my best friend cannot even hear anything against them.

"Okay we've talked enough now let me sleep" saying that he cut the call. Now my only option is to contact my uncle and tell him of my plan.

I called my uncle once again and he didn't pick up my call once again. "What in the world is he doing not picking up my calls?" I said irritated out of my damn mind.

I kept thinking about those people and didn't know when I fell asleep. I woke up to someone with smooth skin brushing my hair. It felt so nice that I wanted to sleep more but, who is this person who's brushing my so lovingly? I turned but, saw none. Was I imagining stuff? I didn't pay any attention to it and brushing my hair started again.

Why do I not feel the fingers of the person on my head? Thinking that, I sat up and turned towards my pillow as to who was brushing my hair? "AAHHHHHHHHHHH AHAHAHA AHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHAHHHHHH" I shouted and rushed out of the bed. In the process of running, one minute I was rushing out of the bed and in a split second I was on the floor with my handsome well structured nose French kissing the hard floor.

"Owww Owwwwww" I screamed caused by the nose-floor clash. My house keeper came running into my room and once she saw the position I was in, she stood without moving even a hair of hers.

"Carrie.." I called and she still did not respond. "CARRIE...." I shouted and she came out of the trans. "Hehehehe Mr. King your nose. Hehehe" she started laughing and I didn't understand as to why she was laughing.