"Hello, Son-in-law" Moov chuckled as he picked the call.
"Hello..."
"...You’re not even going to call Father-in-law? How sad" he huffed
"What’s going on, Sir?" Trent asked ignoring him.
"Co to the Manor now"
"What?"
"It’ll be better if we sit down and talk, won’t it. I’ll be expecting you" he added, hanging up.
Trent stared at the phone as it disconnected. Who does this old fart think he is?
The Madam says to take whatever he throws? Bullshit...
He slowed down the car,
This is so ridiculous.
Let’s go see what he has up his sleeve
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"Hello, Sir" the security greeted as he walked in,
"Hello" he glanced at him, not really paying attention. Too pissed to.
What sort of Business man have security this tight?
Definitely a shady one. He chuckled.
That’s what Morlov is and if there’s anything, that’s probably what this eting was about.
"You’re here" Morlov walked out of his drawing room with a lady,
"Co in"
He nodded at the lady as she walked past him. What’s going on?
"I heard you fancied one of my workers"
Trent froze. What?
"Sc— Yenifer, was it?"
Oh. He seems to not know.
"Yes, Sir— I admired the way she carried herself at the dinner"
"She’s a brave one— eting you for an interview"
"Definitely—" he scoffed, "works hard too"
What did Scarlet tell Morlov?
"You can have her" Morlov chuckled,
"Should keep you happy with the fake..." He caught himself,
This bastard... Was he still on the topic of fake marriage?
"Forgive " he chuckled, pouring the wine into glasses,
"How’s your marriage going?"
Sothing caught his eyes before he could answer— was that underwear? A ladies?
He turned away,
"It’s going great, Sir. Thanks to your blessings"
Morlov scanned him and looked at the place he was looking.
Shit. Lydia— That dumb...
"How’s the Business going, Sir" Trent asked, taking the glass.
"You should call Father... All these formality" Morlov scoffed.
Really... This old bastard and pushing his luck.
"Alright... Father"
"That’s more like it..." He chuckled, "Business is going very great. That’s one of the reasons why I called. To give you so deals"
"Deals?"
"Yeah... I can’t be the only one having all these success. Why not put my Son-in-law on ga" he replied with a laugh,
"Isn’t that what the kids say these days?"
Trent chuckled— low and dry,
"That’ll be very much appreciated... Father"
"I knew you’d like it" he laughed, gulping the wine,
"A friend from Kraven would like to invest in one of your companies— Zion Foods"
What? That’s a company that’s going down. Why would sobody invest in it?
"The company’s not doing too well these days, though" he looked at him,
"Sure— but he says if you bought it, it’s gotta be gold" Morlov laughed.
"I—"
"Just accept it, Kid— there’s not gonna be an opportunity like this again"
This—
Opportunity?
This seed off by a wide mark.
"Yes, Sir"
Morlov looked at him for a while, raising his brow,
"You didn’t see that" he muttered, looking at the underwear,
"What’s there?" He laughed, looking straight at the spot,
"Such a lovely couch"
"...I’ll get you one" Morlov chuckled,
"Just be a good kid"
"I’ll tell Miss Serta to stop by and process everything for you, Sir. Thank you very much"
"You’re basically my Son. A good son"
Trent stood up and dropped the glass
"You can leave now"
I was just about to, you dumb fart.
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"What was that about? Explain" he said imdiately the call connected.
"Slow down, tiger... I don’t like rough n" she laughed,
"Scarlet... I swear to the Stars that I am so not in the mood for this"
"Will a lullaby put you on?"
"Scarlet!" He snapped, hitting the wheel.
She fell quiet for a while and cleared her throat.
"It’s a money laundry plot"
Knew it... He exhaled. That bastard definitely didn’t an well.
"And she wants to take it? Is she well?"
"I’m going to tell her you said she’s mad"
This—
His grip tightened on the wheel,
"I didn’t see you with Morlov"
"Well... If I’m going to spy on you for him, we shouldn’t make you suspicious, no?"
"There’s no reason why I shouldn’t already be" he scoffed,
"...Take it how you will" she huffed,
I don’t understand why she’s doing this either. What did the madam fancy in him?
"The Madam has a plan— go with it"
"It better be good"
"I’ll handle it— see you at the eting tomorrow" she replied, hanging up.
He looked at the screen. She dared...
And what’s this about a eting?
And that bastard.
So much for putting his son-in-law on ga.
"Old Fart..."
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"Welco back" Marie glanced at him as he walked in
"Thank you" he exhaled, walking towards them.
She walked towards him, Mia following behind her.
"Welco back, Sir"
He nodded at Mia handing over a bag,
"I thought we’d have so nice steak tonight"
"Isn’t there at in the house?" Marie asked, glancing at the bag.
"There is" Mia replied,
"That’s being a good husband. It deserves so appreciation, doesn’t it?" he huffed,
"Appreciation my ass" she scoffed, watching Mia walk off.
"I saw the news— that didn’t go well..."
"Very shitty day" he sighed,
"The hero play is being eaten up by the dia— saved by a soldier... So are calling it a beautiful start of a romance story" she giggled,
Ugh. Those internet whores.
They proceeded already, huh?
"It’s great that they’re talking it well"
"The Ferret family is having a field day with the dia too"
"What?" He turned to her,
They already started too?
Those assholes... His jaw tightened.
"Who would’ve thought that the Soldier was from such a prestigious family?"
"Not you" he scoffed
"Those assholes... Coming back after they gave him up" she replied, clenching her fist.
He stared at her for a while.
Was this happening with most of the rich families?
"He’s not going to fall for it so easily"
"A close friend?"
"Friend?" He scoffed walking away.
Ugh... What should i do with Anton’s information?
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"10%..." He growled, looking at his phone.
He turned his laptop on imdiately, eager to find out the result of the trade he’d taken.
"Holy..." He gasped as he looked at his trading account.
3700% and running.
Over 370 million in profits.
Marie glanced at him from her call.
Why was he so surprised?
"What’s happening? At this rate, an insect might fly in" she chuckled, sitting down
"N–Nothing" he gulped, turning to her.
"Who was that?"
"Gina— she’s visiting tomorrow" she drew closer to look at the screen.
"Alright... It’s been a while"
"H–Holy..." She gasped, turning to him imdiately from the screen.
"Y–You—"
"I know" he chuckled,
"Don’t let one fly in too"
"T–This..." She turned to the screen.
"Three... Thirty... Three hundred?"
"Yep" he pushed her face away slightly and terminated the position.
"Woah..."
"Just a little bit more" he replied, with a smirk.
Over 770 million dollars in his balance.
"You should buy so properties. Can’t have all that sitting here unsecured"
"Yeah"
Made sense.
She exhaled, sitting back down.
"Should I start living the luxurious lifestyle?..."
"For what?" He chuckled, looking at her,
"Keeping appearances, Hun"
"Like you’d be comfortable with the snobby act"
"Right" she scoffed,
"Congratulations"
"Thanks—"
"I guess we can do so shopping— Tell Gina to pick the most expensive Eralds she has and deliver it to Princess Diana before she leaves"
"Eralds?"
"Yeah" he closed the laptop,
"She seed to fancy them. And Loire fashion. Get yourself so things too"
"Alright... Thank you so much, mi dear husband" she giggled.
For so reason... This felt great.
He smiled as he watched her type on her phone.
Not a bad feeling.
He checked his phone as it buzzed. A ssage— unknown number
SHERATON HOTEL— 7AM, TOMORROW.
He growled, plugging the phone back in
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"Sir..." Xander knocked at the door before walking into the study
"Yeah. Serta says I’ve got a eting tomorrow?"
"A–Ah. Forgive for not telling you, Sir"
"It’s okay— you’ve been having a stressful ti" he chuckled dropping the book he held.
Xander glanced at the book— one of Seren Rotschen’s journals on politics.
"It’s a great read— could be published" Trent chuckled
The old man really took Politics as a research.
He’d still not found a chance to use the information from the drive.
"T–The eting" Xander stuttered, drawing his attention,
"It’s by 9am— a eting with all the executives for Zion and Reeves"
"Alright. What’s that on your hand?"
"This..." Xander dropped the file on his hand, "it’s details about all the Executives— Musk helped in summarizing them based on all their Internet data"
"Oh. That’s amazing" he picked it up,
"Thank you very much— I have to be sowhere before that so you can go first"
"Yes, Sir" he bowed and walked out.
This... Is a masterpiece.
Such detailed information— their tone, relatives, business manners and competency.
Beautiful.
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He looked at the screen as he drove into the hotel,
VIP ROOM 4
What kind of person? He scoffed.
This seems interesting
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