The blood drained from everyone’s face as they heard that voice.
They tried to turn around, but the cold press of gun barrels against their heads froze them in place.
Everett’s expression collapsed in an instant. He looked toward the cold storage room and shouted furiously, “Laura! What the hell are you up to?! Haven’t you had enough?!”
Through the glass, I saw the figure slowly walking behind him.
And the moment I recognized who it was, I burst into sobs.
Everett followed my gaze and turned around slowly.
The second their eyes met–his knees gave out, and he crumpled to the floor.
His hand trembled as he pointed at the man steadily approaching, stammering, “Uncle Matteo… you… didn’t you die six months ago?!“} Everyone else in the room turned deathly pale the moment Everett uttered my father’s name.
Those with weaker nerves slumped onto the floor like puddles of jelly.
In this world, my father was considered a living legend.
At just thirteen years old, he took over the crumbling Richardson family empire from my grandfather’s hands. Business was a battlefield.
After my grandfather’s death, the Richardson family’s assets were torn apart by the major aristocratic clans.
On the day my father assumed control of the Richardson family, every family in the capital celebrated for an entire week.
As the old saying goes: When the whale falls, all things thrive.
The collapse of the Richardson family meant endless new opportunities for everyone else.
And sure enough, just a week after my father took charge, the Richardson family declared bankruptcy.
Everyone thought the Richardson legacy would vanish for good.
But two years later, at a major land auction in the capital–a dark–skinned teenage boy swept up every single lot available for sale. The total value was over three hundred billion.
The public laughed, calling him reckless and arrogant, assuming he’d be arrested when he couldn’t pay.
But three days later, he paid every cent in full.
That day, someone with a sharp eye finally recognized him.
“Doesn’t that kid look exactly like… Matteo from the Richardson family?”
They were right. That fifteen–year–old boy was my father.
At thirteen, burdened with the Richardson clan’s enormous debts, he had disappeared into the war–torn nation.
No one knew what he endured there.
All they saw was that two years later,
He returned with hundreds of billions, and singlehandedly rebuilt the Richardson family from the ashes.
People had tried to dig into his background–but no one ever found the truth.”
