One Night With A Mysterious Billionaire (The Heiress's Revenge)-Chapter 36: The plan I

Raynond’s pov

When I got to the west wing, Damon was already waiting for me. We sat at a round table, sipping whiskey in silence as we waited for Liam and Roman.

Soon, Liam returned, alone. Roman wasn’t with him.

"Roman won’t be joining us tonight. His activities are still piled up and might spill into the morning," Liam said as he took off his suit jacket.

I nodded in understanding. He sat down, grabbed the bottle, poured himself a drink, and started drinking immediately.

"Grandfather said I should come back and get married," I muttered lazily.

"To that bitch, Cynthia, I presume," Liam responded nonchalantly.

I nodded.

"Is there no way out?" he asked.

I shrugged. "For now, I haven’t found one," I sighed. "And he seems to know about Lena."

"How is that possible?" Liam asked, clearly shocked.

I rubbed my hair in frustration. "I don’t know."

"But we’ve been very careful with information concerning Lena," Liam said.

"I know. But Grandfather has his ways. He wouldn’t have become the CEO of one of the greatest companies in the world without an underground network like mine."

Liam nodded in agreement.

"Why are we even worried that he knows about Lena?" Damon asked. "Wouldn’t that stop him from pushing you to marry that bitch, Cynthia?"

"It won’t stop him," I replied solemnly. "It will only make him target Lena even more, and I don’t want that." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"I think the best thing to do is to go back," I declared.

Both of them widened their eyes, and I chuckled darkly.

"Of course, I have to go back. I still have people I need to pay back for what they did to me."

Damon sighed and poured himself another drink. He knew, deep down, that I would never let go of what they had done to me. It was better to start now than later.

"What’s your plan?" Damon asked

I started laughing lazily while sipping my alcohol. Liam simply raised a brow at Damon, as if to say, why do you always encourage him?

Damon, not liking the heat on him, spoke up.

"What? Why give me that look? You know he wouldn’t listen to us even if we told him not to start this revenge. So why not join him and help him, so he doesn’t lose his way?"

"You see what you did there?" Liam said. "You made yourself sound so self-righteous, like you don’t enjoy it when he causes trouble."

Damon smiled lazily, clearly exposed.

"That’s who I used to be, Liam. I don’t court trouble anymore."

"If that’s a change, I welcome it," Liam said.

"Because dealing with you both is already hard. I remember how you always went around creating problems."

"The good old days," I replied, still sipping my drink.

Liam shook his head, as if he had finally given up on the two of us.

Damon and I burst out laughing.

"We were really notorious in the social circle,"

Damon said, twirling his cup with a smile. "Some people even called us the Three Musketeers. Liam, remember Sylvia? How she loved the bad boy in you."

Liam smiled faintly and raised his head, clearly reminiscing.

"Not until her father found out, before things went further," he said, shaking his head before finishing the last drop in his cup.

"She’s actually here in York City," Liam said, I focused on my drink pretending not to hear what he had just said.

"Shut up!" Damon exclaimed in surprise.

"He’s aware," Liam said. "He just likes to pretend he isn’t."

"No, I’d prefer you say I like minding my own business," I interjected.

"Since when did privacy exist among the three of us?" Liam said dejectedly. "You both started treating me differently since we got here."

"We’ve never been the same since we came here," Damon replied. "And don’t blame it all on us. You decided to take your PA job seriously, never having time to relax."

"You changed after the incident with Sylvia," I added, turning to Liam. "You became more self-conscious, went back into your shell. I left you to deal with it yourself, but I didn’t know you thought we treated you differently."

I huffed. "Hell, we haven’t even found our own footing since we got here. This is the first real conversation we’ve had, aside from drinking and sitting in silence."

"My question is, what is Sylvia doing here in York City?" Damon asked.

"I don’t know. I didn’t ask her," Liam replied quietly.

"Why didn’t you ask her?" Damon pressed.

"The first time I saw her, I froze. I couldn’t say anything," Liam sighed. "And it went the same way every time after that."

He poured himself another drink.

"I told you to take her out tonight," I said. "Did you still not make any conversation?"

"No. She tried to, but I wasn’t truly interested. Whenever I see her, I see what her father did to me."

"But she isn’t her father," I reminded him. "For what it’s worth, she fought for you."

"I know," Liam said. "And that’s what I can’t swallow. I feel ashamed that she had to fight to protect me, when it was supposed to be the other way around."

I nodded, understanding exactly where he was coming from.

"You still need to talk to her. Find out what she’s doing here," I said. "That girl loves you. Maybe that’s why she isn’t married yet."

"She isn’t married?" Damon asked.

I shook my head.

"Did you tell her I’m here in York City?" Damon asked.

Liam raised a brow, questioning his interest. I saw through Damon’s antics and played along.

"No, she’s not married," I replied smiling lazily

"Then I should go set a date with her," Damon said dramatically. "She’s a good girl and would make a fine wife. If our families unite, it would be the sensational Vegas wedding of the century."

Liam flared up immediately.

"Stay away from Sylvia."

Damon and I burst out laughing, enjoying the reaction our words had provoked from him.

"Go speak with Sylvia. Tell her I said hi," Damon added between laughs.

Liam ignored us.