AAMON'S REIGN

CHAPTER 6

After considering it for a moment, Aamon agreed to the invitation and promptly jumped into the car. 

"Wow! This is sleek and cutting-edge Lamborghini sports car is a true masterpiece, with only a limited production of just five models. Its modern design and advanced features make it a standout in the automotive world. and this was only recently released! how'd you manage to get one?" Aamon asked and Deshna only grin back at him.

Aamon was filled with excitement as his hand made contact with the car seat. It was hard for him to fathom that he would eventually have the opportunity to ride one. 

He was just a poor boy who somehow managed to survive on the government's subsidy. He struggled to make ends meet with the little money he had, and things got even worse when bullies started taking his allowance.

"Do you fancy the car?" Deshna exclaimed as she began driving down the road.

"This is quite an impressive ride you've got here. I hope to possess one someday." Aamon admitted. He was becoming increasingly captivated by the impressive qualities of the car. 

However, after some time, Aamon reflected on his current situation.

No matter how much he fantasised about owning this car, it was clear that it was far beyond his financial reach. Aamon believed that he, being a humble child, should not even entertain the idea of acquiring one in the beginning.

Aamon's mood underwent a sudden shift. After experiencing a surge of excitement, Aamon's emotions quickly turned to intense animosity. He despised his poor state. 

"You know, it's within your reach to possess something like this, or even something greater, if you desire." Deshna tried to lighten the sombre mood that enveloped Aamon.

Aamon smirked cynically, muttering under his breath, "Yeah, like I wish." He averted his eyes to the window, observing the lively streets of Valencian drive as they passed by it.

This has been one of the busiest areas in the California. It was just now that Aamon noticed that Deshna was actually driving him close to where most elite people lives. 

Aamon couldn’t help but wonder what in the world are they even doing in such a place. He had never been here before. It was Aamon’s first time to see the other side where most rich people are.

He used to live in the slums and the life there looked extremely terrible compared from what he was witnessing now where lavishness was painted all over the place.

"Certainly, you have the ability to do so." Deshna implored, catching even the whispered phrases that Aamon muttered to himself.

Aamon was taken aback by the remarkable acuity of Deshna's senses. Her hearing was remarkably acute, even though Aamon had spoken those words in a hushed tone.

However, that wasn't the only thing that piqued Aamon's curiosity about Desha. What stood out even more was Deshna's insistence that Aamon should be able to afford purchasing such a lavish car.

And suddenly, Aamon remembered something else that his parents had left him. Although Deshna didn't provide specific details, Aamon's curiosity was piqued.

"Regarding the amount of money you mentioned that my parents left me.You’re not trying to scam me aren’t you? I mean of course, what would you get from a poor guy like me anyway?” Aamon began his inquisition.

And as Deshna simply laughed as she continued to drive, from there she couldn't help but share all the intricate knowledge she had about Aamon.

“Don’t get shocked but it’s about a hundred and fifty.” Deshna said with a tease.

“Hundred and fifty bucks? I knew you were just baiting me to begin with.” Aamon immediately replied. 

“What the hell? it's not just bucks but billion dollars.” Deshna corrected and this left Aamon’s eyes grew wide out of disbelief.

“Are you sure you’re not trying to fool me?”  Aamon hesitated, uncertain if he could trust Deshna's words. What she claimed seemed quite unbelievable. 

He had encountered numerous fraudsters throughout his life, not to mention the relentless torment from bullies who took pleasure in exploiting him despite his impoverished state.

"I see no benefit in deceiving you, Aamon. As I mentioned earlier, you inherited your parents' vast fortune, which amounted to an impressive one hundred fifty billion dollars. This made you one of the top five wealthiest people in the world."

Aamon never even considered such extravagance. It was hard for him to fathom how his life had transformed from being a struggling individual to suddenly inheriting a substantial fortune from his parents.

"How on earth did that happen?"

"Well, you belong to the lineage of the Silverine group. Your parents are the wealthiest shareholders, giving them major ownership of numerous prestigious banks worldwide. However, with your parents' sudden disappearance during their business trip to Hawaii, the entire group is in a state of turmoil over the acquisition of their shares."

Aamon found himself perplexed by the foreign ideas that Deshna was explaining. Although he made an effort to grasp what he could comprehend,.

"There are individuals who were aware of your presence, although they may not be acquainted with your specific identity, they were aware that your parents had a child. And I was one of the very few selected people to know about you, Aamon. So, we can’t let others take over the group because your parents strictly ordered that in the case of their sudden depart in this world, we would wait for the time when the amulet has activated so that we could get you, Aamon.”

“What if I am not eligible to claim it?”

"You're their only son, Aamon. And since you are, of course, that would imply that you are the sole legal inheritor of all their assets."

Aamon was rendered speechless by Deshna's words. He was already envisioning all the new things he could buy with his substantial amount of money. 

As Aamon grappled with the weighty inheritance he had received, Deshna effortlessly pull the car over. She opened her car door and was prepared to leave, only to realise that Aamon remained frozen in his seat, lost in thoughts about his newfound riches.

"Hey, how much longer are you planning on just sitting there?" She inquired, and it was that very question that allowed Aamon to regain his composure.

Aamon was taken aback and couldn't help but be amused as he stepped out of the car. The sight before him was truly astonishing--a massive storehouse serving as a garage, filled with an impressive collection of expensive sports cars.

“Don’t tell me these are all yours as well?” Aamon mustered the courage to speak up and address Deshna.

“Yes, they are. How about you go on and pick on whichever you like. I’ll give that as my gift to you.”

“No way! Why would you even give me such an expensive car?”

“I owe your parents a lot and one car won’t even be enough to pay for that. So go ahead and pick one that suits your taste, and it's all yours."

“Seriously? Well, I would surely take it!” Aamon eagerly received the present from Deshna. 

Just as Aamon was about to decide on his preferred sports car, Deshna abruptly interrupted him, presenting a sleek Centurion black card. 

“I urgently needed to speak with someone, so if you happen to feel hungry, you can use this card. You can purchase whatever you desire," she stated before departing, leaving Aamon behind.

Aamon was at a loss for words. He couldn't utter a word as Deshna, already engrossed in a phone call, walked away.

His hands shook as he stared at the dark card before him. He was well aware of the extent to which he could indulge with this black card. Gradually, the realisation of his immense wealth as the heir to a powerful consortium was starting to sink in.

He was only able to take a breath when suddenly, his old and barely broken cellphone rang. 

As soon as Aamon realised it was his friend Rupert on the line, he wasted no time in answering the phone.

"Hey, Rupert? Why are you calling?"

"Hey Aamon! Where are you at this moment?"

“I’m running some errands outside.”

"Oh, I see. Well, did you hear? There's going to be a class party tonight. I know that you won’t be able to participate like the usual, but I still wish to inform you somehow.”

Aamon was grateful for the persistent invitations from Rupert, even though Aamon had declined numerous times in the past due to his financial struggles. 

However, as things were different now, Aamon decided to have a little showtime.

“Don’t worry, Rupert.” Aamon said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, "I'll catch you later at the party tonight." After ending the call, he boastfully tossed his old phone into the bin as he muttered, "Time to show off."