I Am Not A Loser, But A Quadrillionaire!

Chapter 3

The private jet landed smoothly on the tarmac of Eagle Industries’ secluded airstrip. As Robin stepped off, the city skyline stretched before him, shimmering under the evening lights. Tomorrow, everything would change.

"Sir, the takeover is scheduled for tomorrow morning," Katherine Hayes informed him as she walked beside him. "Coincidentally, it aligns with the company's annual anniversary gala. Every major player in the city will be in attendance.” As she spoke, she handed him a document. “This is the list of the companies that'll be in attendance.”

Robin took the document from her and casually glanced through. He was just about to shut the document when he caught sight of a company from the corners of his eyes.

Tozer Group.

That was Marcus Tozer's family group.

Hah, they say enemies often meet in the strangest of places .

A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. Things are getting interesting.

Katherine—his designated bodyguard—drove him to a villa nestled in the hills overlooking the city. The estate was massive, its modern architecture blending seamlessly with the surrounding forest.

"Your father had this prepared for your return," Katherine said as she pulled up to the entrance. "It has top-tier security, an underground training facility, and direct access to a private airstrip."

Robin stepped inside, taking in the sleek furnishings, state-of-the-art technology, and a towering display case filled with historical artifacts.

The weight of his new identity pressed down on him, heavier than ever. This wasn’t just a house; it was a statement. A reminder of the legacy he’d inherited—and the expectations that came with it.

But right now, luxury was the last thing on his mind. He could feel the raw power surging through his veins, restless and untamed. It was like a storm brewing inside him, and he couldn’t wait to channel it, to test its limits in the training.

But first, he needed something. Something crucial.

“I need you to get me something.” He said, turning to Katherine.

Katherine’s expression didn’t shift. “What do you need?"

Robin exhaled, recalling the cultivation methods imprinted in his mind after the ring’s activation. "Dragonroot. "

“Dragonroot?” Katherine echoed, tapping on her tablet.

Dragonroot was rare, dangerous, and notoriously difficult to acquire.

She didn’t ask why he needed it—it wasn’t her place to question him. Robin was her employer now, and her role was to execute, not to inquire.

After a moment, she lifted her gaze. “The herb should be available at the city's largest herbal store – Emerald Apothecary. They specialize in rare medicinal herbs. We can leave now."

Robin nodded. He needed the Dragonroot to stabilize the energy he'd absorbed from the ring. Without it, his body wouldn't be able to handle the intensity of the training he was about to undertake.

The ring had unlocked something inside him, but it was like trying to contain a wildfire.

Dragonroot would help him control it, strengthen his foundation, and prepare him for what was coming.

The drive into the city was quiet, the luxury SUV cutting through traffic effortlessly. Robin stared out the window, watching pedestrians bustle along the sidewalks.

Less than 24 hours ago, he was nothing but a discarded orphan. Now, he was about to step into one of the most powerful roles in the country.

"Your mind seems occupied," Katherine noted.

Robin turned to look at the woman in the steering, noting just how beautiful she was. Though she always wore a serious expression, she was strikingly beautiful. And with great curves to go with it. If Sarah was a star in the sky, then she was the moon and the entire galaxy.

Katherine noticed Robin staring at her. She flushed red. “Sir?”

“Oh.” Her voice snapped Robin out of his thoughts. He chuckled awkwardly and looked away. “It's nothing serious. I was just thinking about tomorrow. The people I’ll meet. The people I’ll have to deal with."

Katherine chuckled. “They are just big players in the city, not worth you thinking about.”

As she reached for the gear shift,  the curve of her hip grazed his thigh. He could feel the warmth of her skin even through the fabric of his sleeve. A flicker of heat rose in his chest, a reaction he quickly tried to suppress.

Robin cleared his throat, trying to focus. “Do you know about the Tozer Group?” he asked, his voice slightly rougher than he intended.

“Tozer Group?” Katherine arched a brow. “Nah. Never heard of them.” She shook her head.

Robin wasn't surprised to hear that. With the power his father wields, Tozer Group was merely an ant to him or even less than an ant, so it wasn't surprising that Katherine didn't know about them.

“Why do you ask, sir?”

“It's nothing.” Robin shook his head.

He would handle his things himself.

Katherine didn't push him since he didn't want to speak. But she knew it definitely wasn't nothing. She made a mental note to check out this Tozer Group and their relation to Robin.

…

A few minutes later, Katherine pulled up in front of Emerald Apothecary.

The soft chime of the bell signaled Robin’s entrance into Emerald Apothecary. The store’s scent—earthy herbs mixed with aged sandalwood—was oddly calming, but he wasn’t here to enjoy the ambiance. He needed Dragonroot. Now.

“Katherine, wait outside,” he said as he stepped through the entrance.

Katherine raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“It won’t take long.”

She gave a small nod but didn’t move far.

Inside, the shop was dimly lit, its shelves stocked with ancient remedies. A well-dressed clerk stood behind a polished wooden counter, running his fingers over a ledger.

“I need Dragonroot,” Robin said flatly.

The clerk’s expression shifted slightly. “A rare item, sir. We only have one left.”

Perfect.

As the clerk carefully retrieved a jade box from the back, Robin could already feel the pulsating energy coming from it. But before he could even reach for his purchase, the front door swung open.

A sharp, nasally voice sliced through the air.

“We need Dragonroot. Now.”

Robin’s mood soured instantly. Not now.

He turned his head slightly and saw two unwanted faces entering the store—Madeline Radcliffe and her precious daughter, Samantha.

His ex-fiancée’s mother and sister.

Just great.

The clerk hesitated. “Ah, Madam Radcliffe… unfortunately, the last Dragonroot has already been purchased.”

Madeline’s perfectly shaped eyebrows lifted. “Oh?” Her gaze flickered toward Robin. The moment recognition struck, her lips curled into a slow, amused smirk.

“Oh dear, look who it is.”

Samantha, practically her mother’s mini-me, took one look at Robin and let out a dramatic gasp. “No way! He’s the one who took it?”