Demon CEO's Hidden Love: Mr Grayson Stole Me From My Abusive Husband-Chapter 163: Your Boss Is...

Luther got up when he heard the door to the small bedroom creak open. He folded his arms and let out a hiss when his gaze leveled on a plate of cold beans.

"I can’t take this anymore! How much longer do I have to stay here?" He groaned, taking the plate off the other man’s hands.

The man, who had brought him to a hideout without disclosing his name or properly stating his intentions. He had had his doubts about this man, but when the police hadn’t caught wind of his location, he began to speculate his earlier judgment of him.

"You are welcome to leave anytime you want, but by employer won’t lift a finger to help you when you get caught." He said, then turned to leave.

"Wait!" Luther dropped the plate on the bed, he charged at his rescuer, pulling on his shoulder. "At least get me a phone, I need to call my family and let them know where I am. I need to check up on my business-"

"That isn’t possible. The police could be monitoring their numbers and waiting for you to contact them. If they track this location, things are over before they can even begin." The man sung, earning a scoff from Luther.

He took a look around the room, "I can’t live like this! It’s hot, there are mosquitoes, the food is trash-"

"But you should be used to this sort of living. After all, you used to live in a place similar to this."

Luther furled his lips into a frown, "What the hell did you just say?"

"Before you built your agency, you used to work at a bottling company and did night shifts at a garage. Your old house was the size of this room." The other man said, showing off his knowledge. freēwēbnovel.com

Luther’s eyes went round. "H-How did..." he sighed, unable to find the words. Not even Serena knew about any of this, he had always projected himself as superior to her old husband.

He hissed at the thought of Julian, goosebumps splattered across his arms when he pictured the drunk’s face.

Answering his question, the other man explained, "My employer knows everything about you Luther Crane, even things you may not know about yourself."

"And what does this employer want from me? I’m a wanted criminal, my family is in a mess, and my business could be crashing down at any moment-"

"But it won’t."

"It won’t?" he asked, staunch disbelief.

"Well, my employer has a very generous offer for your business. That is, if you’re willing to hear us out."

Skeptical, he asked. "What do they want?"

"Nothing that won’t benefit us both." He responded.

Luther kept his eyes narrowed, "Spit it out already, I’m already on the run, nothing more could upset me." He said, brimming with confidence.

However...

"My sources from the police say that your business is on the verge of being forcefully closed down. Permanently."

Luther nearly lost his balance. The heat fanned by the rickety fan next to the bed made his hair stand. "My business?"

"The employees whose contracts were posted online have created waves on social media, claiming to sue if they don’t receive compensation and damages fees-"

"Those bloody fools! Who did they think got them off the streets?!" he hissed, balling his fists.

"As it stands, the total of the base fees you’ll have to pay is around two hundred million." He informed him, his tone calm, despite the large amount he just announced.

Luther massaged his temples with his fingertips, trying to numb the headache he was feeling.

"Not to mention the losses you’re enquiring on a daily, as it stands, you won’t have much of a business to go back to if you end up clearing this mess." His rescuer explained, he led Luther to the bed and sat him down.

Pinching his chin, he raised Luther’s gaze to meet his. "However, my employer has come up with a solution that could help you out of this situation."

Luther blinked twice, "A solution?"

He nodded, "Transfee your shares to my employer, and all the damages fees will be paid."

"What?!" Luther got up, and pushed his shoulder back, "Do you think I’m a fool? I should sell my shares to your boss? For fucking what?"

Dusting off Luther’s touch, he went on, "The shares of a criminal have no real value, you should be grateful that my employer has taken an interest in your daughter Cassie."

"Cassie? What does she have to do with any of this?" Luther questioned.

"My boss believes that she’s marketable, and under the right guidance, she could draw in a fair amount of profit. Much more profit than you could ever manage." He lectured.

"I can just transfer my shares to Ethan then, he’ll handle the business until things are settled." He stood his ground, "I have no reason to play into you people’s hands."

"Well, even if you did that, do you honestly think that Ethan Halton would pay off the debt you owe? He might just sell your agency-"

"He wouldn’t!" Luther snapped.

"Oh, what makes you so certain? There’s no gain on his end if he keeps your business. And frankly speaking with the charges on your head, he wouldn’t want to tarnish his reputation by managing your agency. Any reasonable businessman would sell. Unless," he leaned in and whispered, "He has ulterior motives for doing otherwise."

Luther tensed up.

"It seems my employer was right. You have some leverage, against Ethan Halton, don’t you?" he asked.

"I have no such thing-"

"But you do. You’re hiding something that Ethan doesn’t want exposed to the public. Something sensitive." He lead on.

Luther parted his lips but decided against it.

Once more, the offer came. "Transfer your shares to my boss, isn’t that better than relying on the Grayson heir you’ve never seen or Ethan Halton who can’t be trusted?"

Luther bit his nails. "I don’t buy this. What does your boss stand to gain? And what’s going to happen when my name is cleared up? I’ll have nothing-"

"Rest assured, they will be returned once your name is cleared up, we could even sign on it." He cleared his throat, "It"s not like my boss wants all your shares. Just about half of them. After all, my boss is already a shareholder of your business." He revealed.

As Luther begin to do the math, the other man confirmed his suspicions. "You may know my boss by her initials."

"A woman?" Luther retorted sharply.

"Yes," he cracked a smile. "My boss goes by her initials-" he was saying, until Luther cut him off in stark realization.

"B.G. Your boss is B.G."