The Billion Dollar Heir

Chapter 8 - Please

Chapter 8

Brooklyn's Pov

The moment I stepped into the room after Blake I was welcomed to an unbearably cold room. Other than the cold air conditioner, the cold and iciness father and son relationship was beginning to make me shiver.

Their exchange of words are like business partners discussing something with each other. Blake doesn't even call his father, dad or father, he calls him sir. Like how a normal worker call his boss. If it wasn't for their resemblance between the both of them I would have never guessed that they were family, much less father and son.

All I could do was stand at the corner of the room, shielded from Blake's body from his father. Why would he bring me to meet his father? I don't see how them talking about recent increase in profits has anything related to me. I'm a medical student not a business major. What does all this have anything to do with me?

Plus it's not like I'm his girlfriend or anything. I really see no point of me being here at all. Then I saw it. It was a printed news article with the picture from that night at the bar of Blake lifting Peter.

Oh. That's why he brought me here. It doesn't take a genius to figure out the situation now. Blake caused some trouble and he needs to explain the situation to his father. He is going to ask me to explain to his father that he was trying to protect or help me I guess?

I slowly crept over to admire the picture that was hanging on the wall, by the looks of it, it has to be those kind of expensive paintings that you buy from an auction. "Who's the girl you brought in to my office Blake?"

I froze immediately, slowly turning to the both of them. Blake came over and put his hand on my back, leading me forward to meet his father. "This is Brooklyn Grayson. The girl that saved your life in the hospital the other day. Brooklyn. This is my father Mr Charles Henry Michealson." He formerly introduced us.

Mr Michealson's face lit up instantly, turning from the stone cold business man face to a look of surprise. He got up from his chair and made his way over to me, shaking his hand with mine. "Brooklyn. I finally have the chance to meet you. Who would have known that it would be Blake who found you. I always thought that Nicholas was the one with more strings."

From the corner of my eyes I could see that Blake was rolling his eyes, annoyed with what his father just said. "I'll leave and let the both of you talk."

"Brooklyn please take a seat." Mr. Michealson pointed to one of the plush cushions at the corner of the room. "Would you like anything to eat? We have one of the best chefs in the country here."

"No thank you Mr. Michealson." I rejected politely.

"Please call me Henry. You don't need to be so formal with me. Coffee perhaps?"

"Sure." I'm still not used to him acting so kind and friendly to me when a moment ago he was a so cold to Blake.

The servants arrived with our coffee, along with a tray full of pastries. Yum. Who am I to say no to good food right? Henry seems happy with my reaction and drank his coffee with a small smile on his face too.

"I'm sure you are curious on why Blake has brought you here on my orders."

"Yes. Mr Michealson –. I mean Henry. Blake didn't really do anything wrong that night at the club. Although I don't encourage violence but what he did was trying to protect me from a man call Peter Evans, It's not his fault. I hope you don't put the blame on him. He was trying to help me." I blurted out quickly, hoping that once he heard my side of the story I would be free to go.