The Billionaire’s Hidden Heiress
Chapter 120

Grayson

POV

Flair and I begin to eat breakfast, while Roscoe subtly sneaks food from John and Mr Grant who think they are being sneaky when they slip him food. Flair and I pretend not to notice while Roscoe is in his element. "What's the name of the managing director anyway Grandfather?" I asked out of interest as I took a mouthful of food.

"Mr. Ferryweather," he said blithely as I began to cough and splutter, Flair hastily thumping me on the back "Why? Something I should know?" he asked keenly.

If he knew that his managing director had come to me for a divorce the poor old man would have a fit. I swallowed hard, choking, and quickly drank some water. I shook my head. "No reason" I coughed as my grandfather narrowed his eyes at me, not believing me for a second "Just mere curiosity" I finished lamely.

"Curiosity" Grandfather repeated as Mr Grant raised a brow "Are you sure that's all it is?" he asked.

"Course, I'm just trying to take an interest in the company," I said and could have shot myself because his eyes lit up and an expression of excitement came over his face.

"Does that mean you've changed your mind about not wanting it?"

I shifted uncomfortably on my seat while meeting Flair's eyes. She looked like she was on the verge of laughter. My Grandfather looked so hopeful that I hated to disappoint him. Mr Grant looked intrigued.

"Well um, the thing is" I began and then Flair interrupted before I could utter another word.

"Yes," she said coolly as my mouth dropped open "he has changed his mind in relation to giving up the company and has decided he would still like to be in the running."

Was she insane? Hadn't we agreed that we weren't going to do that? I opened my mouth and she shook her head at me, causing me to close it as I stared at her flabbergasted. My grandfather looked pleased. Flair was looking down at her food and nibbling slowly, a look of nausea on her face.

"You do realize that Charlotte is pregnant though," my grandfather said a little tentatively "which means she's already ahead when it comes to the provision of an heir."

He was trying to be delicate but we understood what he was saying.

I coughed some more. Drank some water while I contemplated what to say. Flair's expression was serene. She looked as though we were on vacation. There was no telling what was on her mind.

"Well um that is the thing" I stammered as Mr Grant looked at us amused and my grandfather waited patiently "That doesn't automatically exclude us out, does it?"

"As morbid as it sounds no" Grandfather agreed "But you might want to put a rush on it," he said calmly.

"No need" Flair's voice was calm as she regarded him and her father who looked confused "We already confirmed yesterday that I'm pregnant as well."

It was like she dropped a bombshell on them both as a look of shock came over both their faces. Silence. Utter silence. I couldn't believe she had spilled the beans when we had agreed not to say anything until the second trimester. What was going on in her mind? Where had the caution gone? Wasn't she concerned something could happen? Mr Grant was the first to react, his face wreathed in smiles as he stood and hastily hugged his daughter, tears in his eyes. "Congratulations honey," he said huskily before shaking my hand profusely "Congratulations to you both."

John got up from his chair and hugged Flair, kissing her on both cheeks and offering his hand to me "Congratulations" he grunted "I knew you had it in you" he added smugly.

Flair merely laughed "Grandfather we didn't do it with the company in mind, it just happened that way."

"Your brothers will be excited" Mr Grant warned her.

Flair's eyes danced "We were going to hold off saying anything but I want you guys to know. I need the support of family," she said looking at me as I nodded in agreement.

I didn't blame her for wanting her family to support her in this difficult time. Perhaps I had been expecting too much from her for asking her to keep it to herself for such a long period of time. Perhaps it had been selfish of me to ask it.

"I will not be passing the news on to Charlotte and Johnathon though, in the interest of your safety," John said calmly "Simply put, I think it would be wise if Charlotte didn't discover about your pregnancy until it's evident."

I looked at my grandfather gratefully "I agree."

Flair nodded. Mr Grant puffed his chest up "I'm going to be a grandfather" he said proudly as John chuckled "I can hardly wait" he added proudly.

Flair just giggled and then put her coffee mug down. "I have to admit, after what happened yesterday I have some concerns" she admitted lowly "and I'm unsure whether it's safe to go home or not."

"You are welcome here as long as you like," Mr Grant said gazing at his daughter proudly.

Roscoe whined sounding as though he was in agreement. I patted his head. "Flair if you don't feel safe at home, we can stay here" I offered, although I would much prefer to be at our home.

She sighed "I want to be home though. As much as I love you, Father," she said looking at him "it's not the same as being at home with Grayson and Roscoe."

"I can stay home with you today instead of going to work" I suggested.

She shook her head and exhaled. "No, it's not fair to ask that of you. I can stay here and spend time with Knox and lan" she said slowly.

I was concerned about her safety but as my eyes met Mr Grant he silently communicated with me that she would be alright. I rose to my feet.

"Okay Flair, I'm going to work but let Knox know that he can contact me at any time" I emphasized.

"Ah son, I'll come with you" Grandfather exclaimed "Save us taking two different limousines, save the planet, and all that jazz" he mumbled, waving his hand around.

Mr Grant laughed "Well it was lovely to have you for breakfast John. Come around again sometime," he said chuckling. My grandfather winked "Naturally." while I kissed Flair on the cheek and began to make my way towards the front door, a disappointed Roscoe watching forlornly from the position he had on the floor, his tail swishing slowly.

"So what was that about," Grandfather asked bluntly the second we had stepped foot outside.

I feigned ignorance as the driver opened the door and we slid slowly inside. "I'm not sure what you're referring to?"

"Cut the crap grandson" he growled, "the second I mentioned Mr Ferryweather you began to choke like you knew who he was."

My Grandfather was no fool. Nothing escaped his notice. Nothing.

"Honestly, I thought the name was funny" I lied, glancing out the window "Nothing more."

"Bulldust" he countered, eyeing me closely "Grayson I swear to god..." he began.

"Fine, he came to me for a divorce and I shouldn't even be divulging that to you" I hissed.

"Did you take the case? Because that's a blatant case of conflict of interest. Especially if he didn't tell you who he really was."

I shook my head "No I didn't take the case and don't ask me why" I said pinning him with a gaze "All I can say is that it was against what I stand for and leave it at that. But it does beg the question as to why he went to me when there are plenty of other lawyers capable of handling his case."

"Not as good as you" he pointed out, looking intrigued "In fact the only one who is even remotely close to as good as you is..."

"Johnathon Rourke or Deluca now" I finished tautly "so why not go to him? Either way, it's a conflict of interest" I said "so it wouldn't have mattered who he went to. We could have worked around it. Johnathon would have made more sense" I said thinking about it out loud "because his only stake in the company is through Charlotte."

"Makes you think doesn't it" Grandfather murmured "Oh what a tangled web we weave" he sighed.

I shot him a sharp glance "What do you mean?"

"Never mind," he said quickly "Just you and Flair need to be careful," he said nonchalantly "Up security. God knows that Knox boy has the mind of a brilliant genius," he said drily "That boy makes hacking look sexy" he guffawed.

A rare compliment indeed from Grandfather. I grunted in agreement, still a little sore from our early morning wake-up call from the so-called brilliant Knox.

"Grandfather maybe the company would be better off sold," I said quietly as he glanced at me "You have an affinity with Mr. Grant and he seems to be an honorable man. Wouldn't it make sense to sell it and hope for the best outcome at this rate?"

He snorted "Mr Grant is an honorable man but business comes first. This company was always meant to remain in the Deluca family. To sell it would be sacrilege," he said gruffly, side-eying me "Why do you think I was so pleased when Flair announced you were still in the running? I have no illusions when it comes to my stepdaughter. To avoid an incomplete reading experience, visit Jobn'i'b.com. The greedy wretch will sell it as soon as her greedy little hands are on it, whereas you will run it and keep the employee's positions safe. If I could just hand it over to you, I would have done so already, but I made an agreement with your father and I must abide by it" he said sighing heavily "although he was blind to each of your faults."

Silence in the limousine. "Father was many things," I said deliberately "including foolish and naive when it came to Karen and Charlotte. He always believed the best in those two right until his last breath."

"Don't I know it" Grandfather agreed sadly "Thank heavens you have your head screwed on right Grayson. Somebody had to have some common sense in the family and a sense of leadership. You and Flair are made for each other," he told me with a look of nostalgia "you remind me of my wife and me when we were your age and madly in love. Such a bond only ever comes once in this lifetime?" he said wistfully, lost in his memories "and you spend the rest of your life waiting until you can join them in the afterlife once again." We made the rest of the journey in contemplative silence.