Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-SEVEN

RICHARD’S POV

I arrived at Chairman Dennis’s grand mansion, flowers in one hand and a fancy gift box in the other. I took a deep breath, trying to push down the nerves gnawing at my stomach. For some reason, facing the chairman was more nerve-wracking than going up against those thugs.

The butler let me in, and I was immediately hit with the smell of rich mahogany and fresh lilies. The place screamed wealth, but not in an obnoxious way—more like an old-money vibe. I followed the butler down the hall, my shoes sinking into the plush carpet.

We reached the drawing room, and Chairman Dennis was standing by the window, looking out over his perfectly manicured lawn. When he saw me, his face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. “Richard! My boy! Come in, come in!”

I stepped inside, offering him the flowers and the gift box. “Good afternoon, Chairman. These are for you and Cathy. Just a little something to say thank you for… well, everything.”

He took the flowers and sniffed them, a broad