From Loser To Billionaire

The Lost Gold

In the next morning, a thirty-five year old male presented to the hospital where Mr Davidson was being treated. The two bodyguards immediately prevented him from entering the room.

“My Name is Tristan. There's something important I want to discuss with Mr Davidson. Please allow me to meet him,” said the man named Tristan.

"I'm sorry, sir. But you can't see Mr Davidson. He must rest completely at this time, “replied one of the bodyguards.

"But this is really urgent. You can check my body, I do not carry sharp weapons. I swear. I'm not going to hurt Mr Davidson as I have something important to tell him." The man named Tristan kept begging to see Mr Davidson.

Suddenly Agler came out of the room. “What is it you want to see Mr Davidson? I am his grandson. You can tell me anything,” Agler said.

Tristan seemed hesitant to tell Agler. But in the end he still said, "Please tell Mr Davidson that there was a fire last night at the Valleryn Bookstore."

Agler frowned at Tristan's words. But sudde