Billionaire Ordered in a Foreign Language to Humiliate the Waitress — Her Reply Left Him Speechless
Chapter 6
They left through the rear entrance.
Adrian’s security team arrived within minutes, but the man was gone.
The next morning, Amelia quit her job.
Not because she was afraid.
Because she realized the restaurant had never been as safe as she believed.
Adrian offered to protect her.
She refused.
“I don’t need a bodyguard.”
“You need someone watching your back.”
“I’ve survived twenty-eight years without you.”
The words hurt him.
But he accepted them.
“I know.”
She looked at him.
“You don’t get to become my father just because you discovered me.”
Adrian nodded.
“I understand.”
That night, Amelia returned home.
Her apartment door was unlocked.
She froze.
She hadn’t left it unlocked.
Inside, nothing appeared stolen.
But her mother’s letters were gone.
Only one remained.
The final letter.
She opened it.
My little girl,
If you’re reading this, I failed to keep the truth buried.
Your father is not dead.
But I needed you to believe he was.
Because if Victor finds you, he will use you to reach him.
Amelia’s eyes filled with tears.
At the bottom was a sentence that made her knees weak.
Your father knows what happened to me.
She dropped the letter.
Her phone rang.
Adrian.
“Amelia, where are you?”
“At home.”
“Leave.”
“Why?”
“Now.”
She heard something in his voice.
Fear.
Real fear.
“What happened?”
“Someone broke into my office.”
“What did they take?”
“Nothing.”
“Then why—”
“They left something.”
“What?”
Adrian was silent.
Then he said:
“A photograph of your mother.”
Amelia froze.
“What kind of photograph?”
“She’s older.”
Her breath caught.
“How old?”
“Maybe forty-five.”
Amelia stared at the wall.
“That means…”
“She could be alive.”
The next morning, Adrian took Amelia to a safe property outside the city.
There, they found Thomas waiting with new information.
Samuel Carter wasn’t dead.
He had been living under another name.
Samuel had contacted Thomas once every few years, always from different countries.
And six months earlier, he had sent a message.
Victor is still alive.
Adrian stared.
“My father died twelve years ago.”
Thomas shook his head.
“I know.”
“Then who is Victor?”
Thomas looked at Amelia.
“Not your grandfather.”
He turned toward Adrian.
“Someone else.”
Adrian frowned.
“Who?”
“The man who actually controlled your father’s operation.”
A file was placed on the table.
Inside was a photograph.
Victor Hale.
Former intelligence contractor.
Financial strategist.
International fixer.
He had worked with Victor Blackwood.
But unlike Adrian’s father, Victor Hale had disappeared before the scandal broke.
Thomas pointed at the photograph.
“This man was the architect.”
Adrian studied him.
Then he noticed something.
A small scar above Victor’s right eyebrow.
He had seen that scar before.
Twenty-three years ago.
At his father’s house.
The night Claire disappeared.
Adrian whispered:
“He was there.”
Amelia looked at him.
“Who?”
“The man who told me my father had taken Claire away.”
Adrian stood.
“I thought he was my father’s lawyer.”
Thomas shook his head.
“He was never a lawyer.”
“Then what was he?”
Thomas opened another document.
“Security contractor.”
Amelia’s face hardened.
“He kidnapped my mother.”
“Probably.”
“And you knew?”
Adrian shook his head.
“I didn’t.”
She looked at him for a long moment.
Then she asked:
“If Victor Hale is alive, where is he?”
Thomas answered:
“He’s been watching you.”
