For both the families, It was just a business deal. A partnership, that would ensure their 'Billionaire' titles. And to top it all off, they even agreed to lump their children's life, by marrying them.
The future couple had a plan of their own. A co...
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Ranveer and Jennifer arrived with Ranveer's lawyer. We were sitting in Arianna's cafe, closed to others. I couldn't believe this was happening and that I was the cause. Arianna had never closed her shop before. Ranveer, my brother in every way, had even taken leave from work. All because of Liam.
"Mr. Knight, when can I get in touch with your father?" the lawyer asked.
"I can't say. They're on one of their detox trips. They've given up their phones, no contact with the outside world." He eyed me suspiciously, so I added, "Liam organized the trip. It's my fault again. He's been planning this for a long time." Arianna averted her eyes, blaming herself.
"One year to be exact, Mr. Knight. The changes in the books started a year ago. It was subtle at first, but he changed his tactics recently, including the deal with the Chinese. I've checked everything. I can't use it in court since the method was illegal, but at least we know this for sure. We are trying to prove that Liam was the translator. If we go down, we're taking him with us," the lawyer said arrogantly before leaving.
But that's not what I want—to drag our company's name through the mud. But I have no other option. After five hours of questioning, the lawyer left with the assurance that I wouldn't be jailed or summoned for another round of interrogation, but our company had taken a huge hit in the share market. My phone hadn't stopped ringing since then.
Arianna gave me an encouraging smile. Jennifer sat patiently, looking around the barren cafe. I did this to them.
"You should open the cafe tomorrow. I don't think the media is interested anymore. Otherwise, they would have been banging on the closed doors," I told her for my own peace of mind. The dim lights, empty chairs—I couldn't stomach it. I'd heard cars stop by and leave, each one feeling like a dagger to my chest.
"That's because we have a bigger scam artist in town, brother. You're old news." Ranveer came from behind and patted my shoulder. I was wearing Ranveer's gym clothes from his trunk.
Jennifer and Arianna gasped at Ranveer's direct remark, so I humored them. "I'm offended," I huffed.
"I see, jail time hasn't toughened you up. Maybe you..." Ranveer chuckled.
"We should get going. Arianna, dinner at my place tonight," Jennifer said in a rush, dragging Ranveer outside. I gave him a cruel smirk. Jennifer was going to whip his ass. This was nothing; we roasted each other more brutally.
