Trapped by the Ruthless Billionaire novel Chapter 4

A week later

Jenna had gotten some responses from her job applications but none of them was consoling. Two of the companies thought her previous work experience made her overqualified for what she applied for.

However, they couldn't give her the position she deserved because there was no vacancy. She was getting frustrated by the whole thing.

Kate was leaving for work and would return in two weeks. She left her house for Jenna with some cash and also Cathans' contact. She had already spoken to him and he confirmed a position available but it wouldn't wait forever because recruitment was ongoing.

Jenna decided to give it a shot and gave him a call. Her CV was forwarded to HR and she received a call for an interview the next day, which she brilliantly passed. The company had accommodation arranged but since she wanted to remain in Kate's apartment, the allowance was given to her instead. Also, there were no weird clauses in her contract as speculated.

Their wages were the best as expected and somehow, she couldn't wait for her first salary. With that, she could get in touch with a lawyer to take up the case against her stepmother. Jenna realized that the old man she feared was hardly in the company and when he came, they never crossed paths.

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At the hospital, in the VIP ward, a pair of dark brown eyes snapped open. A deep frown lined the corners of the man's fine features, as he closed his eyes shut again. Cathan instantly reached out and pressed the switch, the lights went off but since it was morning, visibility wasn't impossible for an average person but for a doctor performing his routine checks, bright light was necessary.

"Turn on the light," the doctor ordered.

"No. Casper hates bright lights," Cathan spelt out. Before the doctor could explain his need for the light, the man on the bed had removed his oxygen mask and began removing the tubes connected to him.

"Wait, you can't do that, you are still unwell," the doctor expressed his concern. The man turned his attention to him, his dark brown pupil for the distance between them, appearing pitch black.

"My body feels fine," he spat like ice and tore the last tube while he lifted himself from the bed. The doctor made another move to stop him but a glare from the man pierced him like a spear.

"Your recovery is supposed to take at least a month but your grandpa gave a two weeks automaton. It's just a week and four days. What should I tell him?" He asked the man who was already at the door with his bodyguards all over him.

"Exactly what happened," he said in the same icy tone, just as the door shut behind him. The doctor stood helplessly in the ward. He couldn't tell who was scarier, Grandpa, or his grandson.

When Casper arrived at his manor, everything was in order, the atmosphere tense and lights dimmed. The maids moved to make his breakfast by his timetable. In the course of his training over the years, grandpa had locked him in a dark room with assassins. Sometimes, he never saw light for days, which made him sensitive to bright light.

On the positive side, his senses were rather heightened brightly thus, he could perfectly move in the dark and not feel like a blind man. His mind was stronger than his sight therefore, Casper had custom made photochromic lenses of different shades and designs for every occasion.

He went into the shower, the temperature higher than usual but it felt normal to him. He took his time to cut his over grown hair and shave his facial hair since he was naturally hairy.

His mind was clouded. The girl was afraid but saved his life. The painkillers helped and just as he was blurring out, the bleeding stopped. It was just unfortunate that he couldn't make out her face. Everything seemed blurry when he opened his eyes and the lights were also dim. He used his senses more and was accustomed to her presence.

Previously, he was looking forward to the PP but not anymore. He didn't want to waste time in the hospital because every time wasted only increased his yearning for her. To see and thank her. He never owed anybody in this life before but owed her. Yes, he owed her his most important treasure and that was his life.

He knew that grandpas' spies were still around so he told her to not to step out of the door. As to how she got to his room without them noticing, he had no idea. If they had noticed, they would have instantly gotten rid of her. When it was time for his liberation when he felt the presence of his closest pals, he told her to run and never look back because grandpa had spies among his guards.

The glass door to the shower room pushed open with Cathan standing there worriedly. The heat from the shower swallowed him, making him hot.

"Casper, are you alright? You've been here for ages." His voice showed concern but he carried the same expressionless face as him. They were never to show emotions, never to fall in love with a woman. Grandpa made sure of that. He always said that any woman who made your heart race should be put on death row because she will be the source of your destruction.

Casper turned to the man at the door, his cousin, who was to him a brother and a friend. Together with Caleb, they made sacrifices for each other and were always known as the three Cs. Their names began with the letter C, hence the acronym.

Severally, grandpa had tried to separate them to no avail. They would rather die. Without responding, he flipped down the faucet and grabbed a towel on the towel rack. As usual and just like his grandpa, his face carried no emotions.

The whirlwind of sentiments couldn't be seen or felt around him. There were similarities in their form, stature and appearance, which made Casper only stand out by how he dressed.

"There is a problem, Casper."

"I know." The response was instant.

Cathan furrowed his brow. "How did you know?"

Casper walked to the large closet which was equivalent to the size of a room with a towel draped around his waist. "My body was weak but not my ears. He wants to know what happened at the hotel? In his dreams."

Caleb had entered the room with a disappointed look and slumped into the coach. Cathan already knew why and said,