Secretly The Billionaire Boss

Chapter 550: Memories

"How is the outcome? How did Alfred take the news?" Giovanni demanded with curiosity.

"Yes, boss. Alfred left his house an hour ago. In fact, he went directly to Hercules's house."

Giovanni smiled softly. He was glad that his plan was working.

"But boss, may I ask why we are doing this? We should be thinking of a way to get the small boss out."

"Well, Grey would definitely buy the idea that his father's watch was going to be auctioned, especially if Alfred was the one that told him this. He would want to do everything he can to retrieve it. He wouldn't know it's an imitation," he explained.

The man regarded Giovanni for a moment. "Imitation?" He repeated as if tasting the sound of it. "Where is the original watch? Is that with you?"

Giovanni shook his head briefly. "That would have been good actually because I heard that Hercules kept a lot of things in that watch. In fact, I was supposed to get it on the day the previous Hercules died. But, It didn't reach my hand somehow."

"We have to make Grey leave his house by tomorrow evening so that I can retrieve the watch."

His phone rang suddenly. It was the captain. Giovanni released a sigh and picked it up.

"Hello boss, the governor wasn't willing to leave the case to us. It looks like we will have to force him on this," he revealed.

Giovanni thought about it for a moment. "We will definitely do that but I need to get my son out of Grey's estate tomorrow night unfailingly. Then, yes, it can all happen at the same time, can't it?"

"Yes, boss. That can happen."

"Then leave it to me. I will do the job," Giovanni assured.

"But if you get Alex back tomorrow. Are you going to keep him with you to bring him to the police custody?"

A question that required great thinking.

"I can't bring him to police custody because your jurisdiction is no more covering this case. You need to get it back before I will release my son. Who knows what the governor will do about it?"

"Then, make the governor sign the paper so as not to disturb us. That's the only way it won't have repercussions," he suggested.

"Good, I will keep that in mind. And be very careful, we don't want Grey or Giovanni to get evidence to use against us."

"Yes boss, I will be."

Giovanni hung up and looked at the man in front of him. "Get the men ready. We will move the moment the auction starts."

Avery had a lot of questions going through her mind but the answers, even though they were staring right at her face, looked too good to be through.

It just wasn't possible, was I?

Avery got up earlier that morning, different thoughts collided in her mind in some sort of crazy confusion.

No matter how much she tried to remember but it just wasn't forthcoming. The doctors said she was suffering from memory loss.

Apparently, the surgery or her mental health before the surgery had been the cause.

"Avery," a soft voice whispered, jerking her out of her thoughts.

Avery looked at her mother and a smile sprang to her lips. She felt very better, especially the fact that her mother wasn't who she used to be.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

It looked like she went through a lot of changes after she was shot.

"Are you alright?"

Avery shook her head briefly. "I am, but I can't stop thinking about it," she muttered and looked away. "I remember getting shot. I remember when the bullet penetrated me and the fact that I wasn't alone but I can't remember the face of whoever was there. It looked as if there was a veil over his face. Mom," she sighed and looked at Emma again. "Why can't you remember?"

Emma stroked her arm slowly. "You will definitely, I'm sure of it and besides, the doctor really assured us. You don't have to think much about it."

Avery nodded once, even though she still couldn't stop bothering herself about it. She was overall worried.

She couldn't even remember ever knowing Grey, the man that her parents had introduced as her ex-husband.

It was as if her memories were scraped.

"I understand Mom but I would like to have some fresh breeze. Can I walk alone?"

Emma nodded briefly, with understanding. "It's ok. Just don't stress yourself too much by trying to remember. It would make you feel extremely tired. It would come around on its own," she assured.

Avery faked a smile. "I understand, Mom."

A few minutes later, she was walking in the hallway with no sense of direction. She just felt a bit suffocated in the hospital and desperately wanted to leave.

She stepped out of the hospital, unseen by any nurses. She flagged down a taxi and got inside.

"Any coffee shop."

She stared out of the window, at the familiar buildings. She could remember everything actually, except for certain parts of her memories.

She closed her eyes and relaxed back. She felt a bit saved. At least, she was glad that she could see now. What would she have done if she wasn't able to restore her eyesight?

She would have taken suicide as an option.

"Ma'am, we are here," a deep voice said suddenly and pulled her back to the mundane world.

She got down and regarded the coffee shop for a moment. Just as she took a step forward, the main door opened and Grey stepped out.

Avery was forced to a sudden stop and a flash of images passed across her eyes.

The images were deceiving, and showing very fast.

A headache hit in and Avery felt dizziness overtaking her.

She felt like she was close. So, she probed further.

Horn sounded from behind her but it felt like it was coming from her head. She saw the car parked behind the car she was in and felt the man hurried closer.

There was a sudden shudder and Avery opened her eyes. She stared right at her ex-husband and realised she was in fact in his arms.