Demon CEO's Hidden Love: Mr Grayson Stole Me From My Abusive Husband-Chapter 149: A Fated Near Collision

After he successfully sent Thane’s parents home, Maverick returned to the hospital room and asked to speak to Thane alone. Brooke sensing that the discussion would be sensitive, pretended to want to take a stroll, leaving them both alone.

Once she was gone, Maverick pulled out a folded piece of paper from lab coat, he held it up to the side of his face, a pissed expression in his eye.

"Care to tell me where you got the sample you sent me?" He asked.

"I take it you found something interesting."

His tone flat, he huffed, "The only thing interesting is how creative the narcotics market is. This is the sort of stuff people should stay away from." He folded his arms, "It has properties meant to boost addictive tendencies, whoever is sharing this has no good intentions whatsoever."

Thane frowned, "About how much do you reckon it would go for?"

Maverick held the report to his face, "I’m no drug dealer, but with the properties I’m seeing, and this is some very expensive shit, might I add." He rolled his tongue, creating a rough estimate in his head.

"Going by the amount you sent in, a gram of this should cost nothing less than three grand, and I’m being stingy." He informed him.

Thane raised his brows, "Three thousand dollars a gram?"

Maverick sighed, "The person taking this should be admitted to a hospital immediately, so we can begin therapy. The longer we put it off, the more damage is being done. Which brings me back to my original question, where did you get this?" he hardened his voice, his serious eyes clearly not in the mood to joke around.

"You may need to sit for this one..." Thane started off, right before telling Maverick where he got the sample from.

Brooke called Hannah about almost a dozen times but she didn’t answer. Worried, she made for the elevator, to check the parking lot. On her way however, she nearly collided with someone stepping out of the elevator.

Thankfully, she caught sight of him first and wheeled backwards, giving him room to walk through, her phone dropping to the floor.

He crouched down, and picked up the phone, still on one knee he passed it to Brooke, "Here." He said.

On closer observation, Brooke noticed how much older he was than he seemed at first glance. His brown hair has silver streaks of hair dancing at it’s tip, and his face had two wrinkle lines on each side of his nose.

"Sir, you really shouldn’t have. I’m so sorry for being so clumsy." She groaned, covering half her face with her palm.

The older man frowned, "If I had watched where I was headed, you wouldn’t have had to abruptly wheel back."

Brooke shook her head, "I should’ve been more aware of my surroundings, I’m so sorry."

He smiled at her, "There is no need to apologize, it’s my fault. Here," he reached for his wallet and took out about ten hundred dollar bills. "Fix anything wrong with the phone, and if it still isn’t enough, call this number and tell my assistant what to do." He said adding his card.

Brooke furrowed her brows, she knew the people here were rich, but weren’t the rich usually more frugal with money?

"I couldn’t possibly take this from you! It’s exploitation!" she cried.

At this point, the elevator had been filled twice, but the two remained where they were, sorting out how to repay each other.

"Don’t worry, this old man has enough money, you’re not exploiting me." He told her, but Brooke wouldn’t have it.

She held her screen up, "It’s just a little crack, not a big deal. Also, my husband can buy me ten more of this if I just asked." She gloated, trying to get out of the situation.

She passed him money back to him, but the man was stubborn. "Rejecting kindness is not a good thing dear, I won’t feel at peace if I don’t compensate you."

"But I don’t want your money-"

He sighed, "But I want you to want my money!"

Brooke frowned, wondering what sort of difficult man had she run into. In turn, Julian was distraught over the woman who was acting so stubborn.

"Alright, I won’t trouble you with money anymore." He said, getting off his knee. He dusted his black trousers, and straightened his striped white collared shirt.

"But, here." He handed her the card, "If you need help, call the number."

Brooke stared skeptically at the card, "Sir, sounds like some sort of scam? Is this what’s trending these days?"

Reginald laughed, "Do you have a business card young lady? We can exchange contacts and network instead."

The thought suddenly pierced her mind. She had no business card or anything to network with. "Um, I don’t have a business card, Sir, if you don’t mind, can we trade socials instead?"

Reginald retraced his card, "This old man doesn’t have any account. I really am behind the times."

Brooke was shocked to hear that someone in the present day and age did not have a social media account.

"If it’s fine with you sir, then allow me to help create an account for you." She suggested.

Reginald looked skeptical, "What does an old man like me need such things for?" he laughed and shook his head.

"Sir, it’s important to have an online presence in this day and age. You can promote your business, rather than going around sharing cards." She said.

"My business is doing well enough, and we have the company account. I don’t need a personal one. And don’t people usually get scammed online? I don’t want someone stealing my money." He argued.

Brooke, who worked at an entertainment agency could not let such outdated thinking slide.

"Internet security has evolved over the decade, those who get scammed are the careless ones. Also, you can connect easier with your loved ones, or even find old friends-"

Reginald’s ears stood up, "I can find people online?"

Brooke smiled, "Of course you can! If you know their name and region, it’s so easy to find missing people."

"Ah, alright missy, you’ve convinced this old man to open an account." He reached into his pocket and took out an old flip phone and passed it to her.

"Here."

Brooke stared at the phone then at him, she shook her head and let out a laugh. "Sir, you have a long way to go before you can open an account." She said smiling.

Reginald smiled back, "Perhaps it’s fate I met you, Miss?"

"Brooke. Brooke Grayson." She said.

Reginald drew his brows together, ’Grayson? Since when did the Grayson family have an additional member?’ he wondered, trying to picture how she could fit into the family.