Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Zeke’s POV

We settled into the car as soon as Kamille walked back into the house. The kids had settled into the back seat with me, while the driver was already seated in front with Andrew, my chief security.

“Let’s go,” I instructed and the car ignited and off we zoomed.

The kids were giggling and chatting away, filling the car with their infectious energy.

“Daddy, what’s your favorite snack?” Tyris asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“Ice cream and pizza,” I replied with a grin.

I knew kids loved them these days.

The kids chorused their agreement. “We love ice cream and pizza too!”

“What’s your favorite flavor?” I asked, now genuinely interested in their preferences.

“Reon likes plain and sweetened,” Royer chimed in.

“Royer and Torin love chocolate, while I love strawberry flavors.” Tyris exclaimed excitedly.

We talked about their favorite outings and how much they loved spending time together. Reon looked up at me, his eyes shining. “Having you here makes such a difference, Daddy.”

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me. “You guys make me so happy.”

The kids all scrambled in to give me a hug. My heart clenched at the thought of the four years of their lives I had missed. I could only imagine how much of an ordeal they had to go through without a father with them.

We soon pulled up to the school and I couldn’t help but take note of the building. It was a reputable institution, but my stomach turned when I saw Chris standing near the entrance.

Oh fuck, I almost forgot this school was owned by that son of a bitch.

I watched Chris say something to my kids before patting them along to their classrooms. I felt a surge of anger but kept it in check as I walked up to him.

“We meet again, Mr. Reid,” Chris said, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Nice to see you too, Mr. Christopher George,” I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “What time does school let out today?”

“I’ll send the details to the parents,” Chris said dismissively, his eyes not leaving my face.

“Cut it Chris, I know you know they’re mine,” I said, my voice low and dangerous.

“Yeah, but not yet legally,” he retorted.

“I know your fucking plan to take my kids and Kamille, but I promise you’ll kiss the grave before that happens, even in your wildest dreams.” I turned on my heel and stormed away, my mind racing.

I really needed to deal with Chris once and for all. No one should mess with my people.

I arrived at the Reid Company and Rogers hurried up to my side. “Welcome Mr. Reid,”

I nodded. “Rogers,”

We walked into the private elevator and got to my office. As soon as I sat down, I immediately asked for the progress report on the company’s stock and market values.

“Here they are, Reid. There were some reports that were sent to your email too,” Mr Rogers replied, while gesturing to the documents already on the table.

“Good,” I nodded in satisfaction. “That will be all for now.” I added.

“Okay Sir,” He replied and went out the door.

I began to go through some documents, signing off on some, reading through some, approving and rejecting. After a while of working, I was interrupted by a knock on the door and the appearance of Mr Rogers.

“Sorry to disturb you Mr. Reid, but your friends…” He began, but before he could finish, Zane and Fletcher burst in.

“Brother!” They called out in unison.

“How are the kids and Kamille doing?” Zane asked.

These silly bastards, neglecting me for my kids and woman.

“They’re fine,” I said aloud, forcing a smile.

“That is so cute,” Zane said with a childish grin which made him look like he was serious for once but he wasn’t.

“Don’t you want to know how I have been?,” I asked, my tone dripping with jealousy.

“Obviously you have been good, I must add and when you are in your role as Zeke, you are exceptional.” Zane teased.

“What the hell is that?” I asked, suspiciously.

“Exactly, you almost never need anyone to worry about you. Always so calculated,” Fletcher replied with a wink.

I rolled my eyes and returned my attention to my PC. They knew how to get on my nerves and I was not going to allow them the pleasure of it.

I did allow them the pleasure of it in the end.

After some chit-chat, they got to the real discussion. “Last night, we got attacked,” Fletcher said. “Some of our men were killed by mobsters.”

“Were all the security measures in place before the attack?” I asked, my jaw tightening.

“Yes,” Zane replied. “The attack was well-planned.”

“Be more careful around the house,” I instructed. “I don’t want any more surprises.”

“We don’t even see you anymore,” Fletcher said, giving me a pointed look. “What’s up?”

“I’ve got a lot on my plate,” I admitted.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Is there anything we can help me with?” Zane asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “We need to get hold of that drug baron. We could use the help of the LCDD, but they’ll want something in return.

The Luxstorg Crime and Drug Division were known for their proficiency and ability to carry out mandated tasks and activities. We ran a symbiotic relationship and this time was not different.

“Send me a picture of the drug baron’s side profile and any documents you have,” I said. “I’ll forward it to Rogers. He can run it through our database.”

They nodded. “We’ll get it to you by the end of the day.”

“Thanks,” I said. “With this, we can find out who the drug baron is.”

“Exactly,” Fletcher chimed in.

Kamille and the kids deserved a safe and happy life, and I would do whatever it took to make that happen. No one was going to stand in my way. Not Chris, not the drug baron, not anyone.