Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

What has he done?



The kitchen suddenly becomes heated for Archie as he dabs his forehead with his index finger. The look on his father’s face isn’t welcoming and he sighs at what the irate man might say next.

“I asked you what are you doing here?” Mr Gordon inquired, his voice is so loud that Melanie is beginning to wonder what will happen if she didn’t speak up.

Mr Gordon takes a few steps forward and Melanie thrust Archie to her back.

“I’m very sorry sir, I called him from the living room to help me with the cooker. I should have found another way to get it done please pardon me.” Melanie bow her head in guilt.

Archie stares at her from her back and he couldn’t help but wonder why she’s covering up for her. Although it was true that he helped her with the electronics but he came here on his own.

“Get off kid! Don’t ever step foot in here again.” Mr Gordon commanded.

Archie mumbles angrily and strides out of the kitchen. Leaving his father behind.

“Don’t ever call him to the kitchen he once had an accident in here, don’t let history repeat itself.” Mr Gordon warned.

Melanie entwined her fingers, she bow slightly.

Mr Gordon turns around to leave but stopped abruptly.

“Thank you for last night, do yourself the favour by not spilling it to anyone.” Mr Gordon told and stridden out of the kitchen.

Melanie sighs in relief when she’s sure that her boss is completely out of the kitchen.

‘Isn’t it too early to pick on every soul in the mansion?’ Melanie thought with a light scoffs.

She turns around and continues with her cooking.

Minutes later

Melanie steps out of the kitchen with two black lunch packs in her hands. She strides to the parking lot and drops the items in the passenger seat of a red Lamborghini that Mr Gordon is taking to the office.

Melanie gets back inside the mansion, meets Mr Gordon by the door and paves way for him to step out.

“No, I’m waiting here for you.” Mr Gordon brings out a file from the briefcase that he’s holding in his left hand.

He stretched his hand to her and she take the file from him.

Melanie’s eyes widened at the inscription.

“Those are the reason why I employed you. So, do well to attain your duties.” Mr Gordon smirks. He taps on the file twice before walking out of the door.

“Seriously, is he seriously asking me to d this?” Melanie scoffs starting dagger at the file in her hand.

Archie who has been watching them all along descends the stairs and ambles straight in her front.

“May I ask you what is the problem?” Archie clears his throat which makes Melanie to jumps at his sudden appearance.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

“Ahh, hmm… Nothing… Nothing at all.” Melanie stutters shaking her head nervously.

Archie mouthed an “Oh” glaring at the file in Melanie’s hands but she quickly brings her hand to her back hiding the file behind her.

‘Really? I was hoping I could trust you but you just proved yourself to me. You’re no different from the rest Archie scoffs at the thought in his head and he shakes his head in disappointment.

“Can you please bring me my pad? I left it on my bed.” Archie tells in-between gritted teeth.

“Yes, sure, give me a moment I’ll bring it for you.” Melanie smiles nervously. She tries to walk up the stairs but Archie bumps into her. The file drops to the floor and Melanie quickly picks it up without wasting any second.

“I’m sorry,” Melanie mumbles and scrambles up the stairs.

Archie’s face chop down in displeasure “She can’t be trusted. She’s on my father’s side.” He blurted out angrily, he make use of the exit and bang the door behind him.

Melanie rushes down the stairs, breathing heavily.

“I can’t find your pad.” she articulated but get surprised to see that Archie is no longer in the living room.

‘Thought he was the one that sent me to get his pad?’ Melanie thought moving closer to where she left him.

She decided to check the parking lot thinking he might be waiting for her there. She was further surprised to see that the can is no longer there, meaning they already left.

“Wonder!” she mumbles as she finds her way back into the mansion.

Afternoon At Gordon’s Enterprises Company (G. E. C)

Mr Gordon is seen seated on his Gates Executive chair in his office. On his table is an apple laptop and a stack of files lies gently on his right-hand side. A telephone was placed on his left-hand side on the table.

His eyes are glued to the laptop and he operates it brilliantly. One could easily tell that he’s busy with whatever things he’s doing with the system.

He takes his gaze off the laptop and it landed on the stack of files on the table. He shuffles through the file and pulls out a file from the middle.

“Dang it, it’s today,” he mumbles to himself as he flips through the pages.

He picks up his phone and put a call to his secretary and she picks up the first ring.

“Yes, cancel all my proposal for today and schedule them for tomorrow and next.” Mr Gordon commands over the phone in his baritone voice.

“Are you defying me?” He yelled angrily to his secretary.

“I own this company and I decide to delay any proposal. Do I say or you should leave your position to the person that’s ready to work.” He fires at her over the phone before ending the call.

‘Shit! I’ve forgotten.’ he mumbles.

Mr Gordon shut his laptop hurriedly and pick up his suit jacket from the stand. He picks up his phone and stands up from the seat.

‘I hope I make it there on time.’ Mr Gordon kisses his teeth and adjusts his tie properly. Just when he was about to take his first step, his phone started ringing. He stared at the phone screen and was surprised to see who was calling him.

He clicks on the receive icon and places the phone on his left ear.

“Yes, is there any problem?” He grumbles. He suddenly widen his eyes in shock at the information that was passed to him.

“What did you say Archie did?” He yelled at the top of his voice.

“There’s no way. You know what, I’m coming right now, just stay there I’m coming.” He blurted out and rushed out of his office.


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