Mommy, My Daddy Is A Billionaire CEO
Chapter 62

Harry who was sitting majestically said to an event manger that was standing before him, 'Listen, I want this place to be fully decorated tomorrow. No excuses, I demand that everything should be meticulously done, else you will see a side of me that would make you regret your existence. Harry threatened. Apparently, the Vernons family anniversary was in the next twenty four hours and as it was a usual custom, many guests and dignitries would be attending.

After the event manager left Harry's mansion, Harry sat back thinking about the days when his father was still alive. If there was one thing he had always loved about his father, it was the manner at which he held himself; with uttermost grace and this was why he was his role model.

He was about leaving for his study room when Abbie stepped into the house, looking all gloomy. Ever since her mother made her see things from another perspective, she had been particularly worried that having a baby for Harry would not count as something important to him.

"Get yourself ready, tomorrow is my family's anniversary. I have booked a session with your stylist and she would get you dressed in the most appropriate manner.' Harry stated. He had seen the look on Abbie's face, but chose to totally ignore it as this was least of his problems. While moving to the study room, his phone rang and upon checking, it was none other than Horace, his personal assistant.

*Greetings boss, the doctor has said Lord Vernon would be ready for tomorrow's anniversary.* Horace announced.

"Any improvement so far on his speech situation?* Harry asked, hoping to get a positive result.

"None as we speak. However the doctor still stick with his promise that Lord Vernon would be back to getting better In no time. Horace answered. He wanted to say something else, but Harry didn't want to hear any further from him, so he hung up and stepped into his study room.

While taking his seat. his thoughts reverted back to Fred's wish. His son had barely a sked for anything other than Debby to be treated with unconditional love. While he knew it may be hard considering what she had done, he was certainly going to try his best, at least, to satisfy his son.

Meanwhile, Debby was in the kitchen making lunch when Abbie stepped into the kitchen. She had a look of disdain on her face and never stopped thinking of how she could erase her completely out of Harry s existence.

*What is taking you so long. Lunch is supposed to be ready by now." Abbie rebuked but Debby simply shrugged. "Tam talking to you Debby and don't make that stupid body language for me." Abbie pushed Debby, she frowned but chose to ignore.

"So you are trying to be stubborn huh? I assure you Debby, I will deal with you in this mansion." She hissed and got out of the kitchen. The lunch was certainly for Harry. Abbie was quite jealous of the fact that Debby had better skills in cooking. In her own case, she was so poor when it comes to cooking.

Thinking through it, Abbie thought that sooner or later, Harry would be impressed by Debby's excellent cooking skills. She needed to do something quick about this.

Debby eventually finished making Bacon, egg and cheese sandwich. While searching for a tray amidst the numerous utensils, she felt Abbie's presence again. What does this bitch want from again? Debby thought to herself. Her patience was already running out. She had pushed her the last time yet she chose to ignore, this time around, if she tried anything silly, she would be a dead meat. She promised.

"You are done with your part of the job, I will take it up from here." Abbie said. Since when has she learnt how to cook? Debby knew that Abble hated cooking after all; they were once best friend. If it wasn't for Harry, she would most likely have put Edna in her place but she chose to be silent cause she was exhausted and didn't have time for her trouble. Being plssed, she turnedto Edna and looked her hard in the eyes before leaving the kitchen.

While she was gone. Edna searched around the lower part of the cupboard and found pepper sauce. She had been studying Harry and realized that he didnt like sauce in his food. She smirked, knowing that Debby would have troubles coming soon. She sprayed the sauce on Bacon and placed the food on the tray and headed for the dinning table

Moments later, Harry left his study room and was in the dinning table. His meals were already served. He sat down and immediately dug into the Bacon. He spat it suddenly, he had tasted an excess pepper sauce in the food he just took in. "Debby!" He yelled out. Debby stepped into the dinning, wondering what happened. "I reckon you are aware that Ihate pepper sauce?' He asked and Debby shook her head to imply yes.

"Then what is this?' He asked, pulling the tray forward. Debby was confused about what he was implying.

*I don't get it?" She voiced out.

*Have a taste, would you?* Harry urged on but Debby hesitated for a few seconds before grabbing a piece of the bacon and taking a bite. She coughed out almost immediately as it was filled with excess Sauce.

*What you trying to do? Kill me like you attempted to kill my grandfather?* Harry was pissed, he threw the tray at Debby and stood up. "The next time this happens, I wouldn't take it as much likely with you." Harry warned before heading out of the table. Debby almost broke down in tears as the cheese sandwich fell from her head. This was one of the most embarrassing moments of her life and Harry kept on showing her reasons to dislike him. Debby was confused on how pepper sauce had suddenly become excess in the bacon, and realized that it must definitely have been the handwork of Edna. 'Edna, you are pushing too far! I should have known you have something up your sleeve when you suddenly wanted to take over at the kitchen' she mumbled to herself. She began to clean her clothes that had been littered with bacon that Harry poured on her.

The next day being the Vernons anniversary, the hall was set and numerous guest had started arriving and the place was buzzing with good music.

Harry as usual had gotten into his Armani suit and was ready to grace the occasion.

'Boss." He heard Horace's voice by the do or of his room and turned around to face him.

*Has Lord Vernon arrived yet?" He asked.

*Yes sir. He is being dressed up as we speak." Harry grabbed his wristwatch and stepped out of the room. Horace led Harry to one of the guests room, where his grandfather was being styled by a stylist.

Harry leaned down to face his grandfather. He held the man by his hands and he could see the smile laced on his lips. "I wish you can speak. All I want to hear is your voice once a gain father. I am glad that you are alive to grace the anniversary and I am certain that grandmother would be looking down from above and be filled with smiles as well, knowing how much of a fighter you are." Even though Lord Vernon could not speak, he had several emotions written across his face. While the emotional moment was happening, the door opened and Horace stepped into the room with much hastiness.

*Boss, we have a problem. Harry looked away from his father and then at Horace. "One of the guests has accused Miss Debby for stealing her gold necklace." Harry stared at his personal assistant in disbelief.

"I will be right back grandfather." Harry said and moved out of the room.

The hall was filled with commotion when he stepped out. He could hear the voice of a certain guest yelling at Debby.

Never knew a thief would exist in a place like this.

The guest whose gold necklace has been stolen said to Debby.

What is going on here? Harry asked as as soon as he stepped into the mini crowd that was beginning to form.

Your stupid maid here attempted to steal my gold necklace. Thanks to this woman over here... She pointed to Abbie, who had a gentle smile written across her face.*

Who helped me catch her. Harry was angry. He looked at Debby, who couldn't withstand his heated gaze, and dropped her face to the floor.

"Come with me." Harry said to Debby and while he was about leaving, he whispered to Horace. "Compensate that lady for her gold necklace; I don t want people thinking I have thieves in living with me. Horace nodded and left to do his bidding.

Harry took Debby to his study room and when she entered, Harry closed the door behind and turned to face her. "Times and times again, you have given me more reasons to dislike you, Debby.* He said, walking slowly over to her side. "Why did you have to steal? It's not like you can't eat whatever you feel like eating in my house.*

I know you won't believe me when I say I didn't do it. You hate me already." Debby responded already loosing hope of replaceing a means to justify herself.

She was clearly set up by that bitch, Abbie.

How can I believe you, Debby? You have shown me yet again that you are capable of anything and for this reasons, I will replace a means to punish you after the event." Harry threatened. "When did you become so heartless, Harry?" Debby asked, with tears in her eyes. "I remember the times where you promised me that all would be between between the both of us."

Harry walked over to her and held her by the chin. "I would have fulfilled my promise, but the moment you made an attempt to kill my grandfather, you ruined everything. You should be grateful that Abbie saved him. I would have made sure your life was a living hell. He studied her teary eyes for a bit and said further; "Fred asked me for one wish on his birthday; he asked that I replace a means to love you unconditionally but the truth is I am not sure if you are worthy of that love again." He let go of his chin and stepped out of the study room.