“Once you do that, you’ll officially be the true and undisputable heir of the McArthur.”After those words fell on William's ears, he couldn't help the doubt that rose in his heart. All his life, he had grown up in poverty and had to deal with so much humiliation just to survive. Now, he's seated before one of the most powerful men in the entire world, who turned out to be his grandfather, and he is now being handed access to all the assets in trillions of dollars. Is he worthy of getting all this? Can he guarantee he has what it takes to uphold such a powerful name and make his dead mother proud? Memories of the degrading names that people like Donald, Ayra, and Wilson had called him began flooding in and his heart began racing as he was quickly drowning in self-doubt.Meanwhile, Billiard, who had spent his whole life learning how to read people's intentions through their eyes, could see the doubt being reflected in his grandson's eyes. He kept quiet though as he stared at him. He k

Billiard nodded once he saw this. “William, as the true heir to the empire, you have now been granted access to twenty percent of the family’s treasure vaults across the various banks in the world.”William whipped his head up so fast, that his neck made a sharp crack. “What?!” He only got another head nod from his grandfather and he waited until all the notifications had completely popped up before he went through each one. "Grandpa, these are welcome messages from over forty banks across the continent!"Mike remained standing with his usual calm demeanor. “Do you recognize any of these bank names, Young Master?”William nodded as he kept going through the notifications to find there were all welcome messages. “Of course I do! These are some of the biggest banks in the world, and they are all congratulating me on my access to the McArthur vault.” He turned his head to look at his grandfather. “Is this what I think it is?”“What do you think this is about?” Billiard had a mischievous

William looked up with a stunned gaze when he found the brooding state his grandfather was in as he spoke to the VC on the phone. Just from their expressions, he could tell that both Billiard and Mike were deeply angered by the things Roman Brakovic had said about him and his mother. His heart welled with gratitude as he reminded himself that he hadn't only obtained a massive wealth, but he now also had true family members who would fight for him whenever he was wronged. He reminded himself that he was no longer alone.Meanwhile, Roman's voice had become panicked at this point. After Billiard's straightforward threat, he knew he would lose everything if he told one more lie. "I'm deeply sorry for everything I said about William Chain, Mr. McArthur! To be honest, most of what I told you just now was what had been reported to me.""And as the Vice Chancellor of the university, you didn't think to investigate the matter before making your judgments. Are you telling me you would rather m

Andre Leverque was losing his mind. It has been five days since he saw William last, which was when he had been dragged and locked out of the campus following his sudden expulsion. By the time he had made it past the gate to go check on his best friend, William had already entered a taxi and zoomed off. Knowing William, he could only imagine the amount of self-pity the young man was drowning in. He had always prioritized his education, so much that he had endured the bully and humiliation from people like the Camillo twins who just loved to make William’s life miserable.Andre had dialed William's phone number after he had taken that taxi, except William wouldn't pick up his calls; he was left with no choice but to leave multiple voicemails. By the next morning, he couldn't even reach William at all as his phone was now switched off and the twenty-five-year-old man never came home. It was at this point he began to get really worried. The fact that William didn't take a single call of

“Beat that nerdy boy up!” Tracy was left in utter shock as the bouncers wasted no time in punching and kicking Andre as he lay on the floor. “What are you doing to him?! Get off of him!” She was about to rush over when someone grabbed her by the waist. “Don’t ruin the fun, little sis!” The high Wilson had caught her sister, smiling evilly as he and his friends watched Andre get beat up. “No, let me go, Wilson!” Tracy’s attempt to escape from his older brother’s iron-like grip was futile. Her eyes widened in fear as she could see the heavy punches on Andre had caused him to start bleeding; his mouthy was now dyed the crimson of his own blood. Despite having a toned muscle and a six-foot-tall body, Andre had never been a fighter. He had crumbled to the ground as soon as one of the bouncers punched him in the left eye. He could taste blood in his mouth as the three massively built men didn't relent in brutally kicking him either. He never expected the Camillo twins would dare call an