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Without another word, he strode out of the office, his footsteps echoing through the hallway as he disappeared from sight, leaving Jason alone with a lingering sense of unease. Meanwhile, in another part of Rossi Enterprises, Carlo Rossi sat behind his desk, the phone pressed against his ear. His face was set in a deep frown, listening to the angry tirade coming from the other end of the line. “Mr. Rossi,” came the booming voice of Mr. Leland, Benjamin’s father. “This is unacceptable. That 'nobody' dares to insult my family by humiliating my son in public, and now he thinks he can dictate when to meet us?! Who the hell does he think he is?”

“I came to visit you quite alright but I also came to deliver the invitation letter to the opening party of my latest nightclub to you.” With that, he brought out an intricately-designed card and placed it on my desk. “So soon?” I asked, perusing the card. “Didn't you just start building the club? Nine months ago?” “When you have money, things are very easy,” Damon winked. “They sure are,” “You really are something, Niccolo. I still can't believe you managed to turn our parents' bankrupt company into a multi billion company.” He said. “At a young age at that. You truly inspire me.”

“Yeah, Dad.” “I’ve got good news,” Victor’s voice could be heard from the other side. There was excitement in his voice which was a rare thing. “A big billionaire has shown interest in our company and is willing to invest.” “Oh, that’s great. Who’s this billionaire?” Vivian asked in delight. “Adrian J Claimer.” Vivian’s expression froze for a second. She couldn’t believe it. “You mean… the son of Sir Gareth Claimer?” “Yeah.”

"If you were in my shoes you would definitely take the same step I took. You know how his father is, he is willing to partner with our little company, and it is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Do you expect me to throw away such blessing and opportunity, speak to me Emily?! Do you want my years of sweat and hard work to go down the drain?! Huh?!" Now I feltl bad for him. He has tried to play the perfect role of a Father, maybe I should help him this once, maybe I should yield to my heart desires and help our family, our dignity. "I love Maxton…" I confessed, with my gaze casted far ahead, away from his surprise expression. "That is a good thing my dear!!!" He triumphed, taking back my hand

Words fell out of my mouth in shock. I had come across that name severally when helping my dad with documents in the office. I remember my dad continuously commend and tell me how much he admired the ceo of Blackwood for starting a company from scratch, expanding and becoming a multi billionaire. He had even tried severally to get in contact with him for some collaborations but it never succeeded.

I would have to run Dad's company one day so I needed all the training I could get. Half way through, My phone rang and without checking the caller ID, I picked the call. "How's my ten million coming up?" Shit. Not this bastard. I rubbed my forehead, trying to calm myself down before I lost my shit. "Jordan look, we'll have to be a bit more realistic. I can't give you ten million dollars. I don't have that kind of money!" "Oh please. Your dad makes phones and shit. Of course you do. I'll bet your trust fund has a hundred times that amount." He scoffed.

Before I could finish, I noticed her eyes lit up, and I looked in the direction too. To my greatest shock, it was the same guy from the other day. He was obviously a billionaire because he has the aura written all over him. Before I could turn back to talk to Ruby, she was off to him. I watched them share a hug and my heart broke into pieces. I just couldn’t believe that Ruby had the guts to invite another man over to my parents' house. “Asher,” my dad’s voice suddenly pulled me out of my thoughts. “That’s the client I told you about. He’s new in town but with a million dollar project that could turn into billions in just a matter of months. We have to win him over, and I know you are up to

June POV Those harsh words along with that authoritative traits will always root in him. My dad is very respectable publicly, since he is the president director of BT Corporation, one of the biggest companies in New York City. He is also well-known for the third most successful enterpreanur in America. Notwithstanding, those positive achievements can only please publics' eyes. Even his warmhearted beams in front of media never last longer. It will certainly change into stern expression mixed up with anger and resentfulness, especially when he deals with me.

The brown haired girl stuttered, as tears built up in her eyes. I shook my head no and observed them silently. Long story short, they reminded me that I was their friend, and proved it by showing me pictures we all took together. It turned out that I had the wrong impression about my Dad, I had underestimated him being a school janitor, when he was a multide billionaire, the second wealthiest man here and I was flaunting his money, spending extravagantly. He was into real estate management, own hotels, companies, plus thousands of workers.

Susan Was taking her time, scanning the environment as she entered into the house. “I'm sorry that I didn't tell you, but I am more than a casual engineering student who is working under a company. I don't receive salary. Rather, I pay people. My dad died after my graduation which both of you know about." He paused and put both hands inside his pocket. "But one thing you guys don't know was that he is a billionaire. He is wealthy but doesn't show off. As his only son, I took over everything, making me a billionaire."