CHAPTER SIX. THE BILLIONAIRE ENTRANCE

The next day, Oliver was in his room, looking lively as music played loudly in his newly found expansive and well-furnished home. He was so engrossed that he didn't notice the knock on the door until it opened.

A beautiful lady walked in and greeted, "Good morning young master."

"Good morning," Oliver replied with a smile.

"Young Master, food is ready at the dining table, and Madam President asks if you'll like to have breakfast now."

"Sure, tell her I'll be right down soon," Oliver replied.

Was she a maid? How could a maid be this cute and well-dressed? he thought to himself. He couldn't help but marvel at how his life had changed so rapidly from being a poor boy to a billionaire overnight. He had suffered so much and dreaded the thought of ever returning to his previous life of poverty.

Oliver strolled downstairs in a sleeveless top that revealed his muscles and walked straight to the dining room where his mother was patiently waiting for him.

As soon as she saw him, she stood up and welcomed him with a tight, passionate hug. "How are you, son? It feels so unreal to have you back. Did you have a wonderful night? And you look really good," she added.

"Mom, you can't imagine. My night was splendid. It's arguably the best night I've had in years," Oliver said excitedly.

"I'm glad you're fine, son," his mom said, smiling warmly.

"Have your seat, son. And let's have breakfast. This is caviar and truffle omelet. I had it prepared specially for you. I'm sure you'll like it," she said, opening the array of food on the dining table.

Oliver approached the spread of food, intrigued by its variety. As he inspected each plate, his mouth watered at the sight of the gourmet dishes. Blushing with anticipation, he pulled out a chair and seated himself.

The flavors of the meals were exquisite, surpassing anything he had ever tasted before. Back at the Bechem campus, a meal like this could sustain him for three days, but here it was merely breakfast.

After finishing his meal, Oliver belched loudly. "I'm sorry, Mom, I can't contain my happiness. It feels too good to be true."

His mom waved him off with a smile. "Son, I want you to enjoy yourself to the fullest." With that, she took a bottle of Château Margaux and popped it open, pouring it into a glass for Oliver.

A smile crossed his face as he enjoyed the taste, relishing the billionaire lifestyle he now found himself in.

"I'll be on my way now, son," his mom said with a warm smile. "I need to attend the annual meeting of the Disco group of companies. Simon will attend to you if you need anything."

"Wait, did you just say Disco group, Mom?" Oliver couldn't help but gasp.

So his mom owned the Disco group of companies, one of the wealthiest telecommunications conglomerates in the western world.

The Disco company stands as one of the largest companies not only in Europe but also on the international stage, owing to its extensive partnerships with various organizations. Year after year, it maintains its position as the leading company in Europe, consistently dominating the rankings. Oliver had once read about the company and had wished to work there at some point, without even knowing it belonged to his family.

Oliver didn't even know when he started dancing playfully and whirring his waist. His mom smiled and said, "I'll be on my way now, son."

"One more thing, Mom," Oliver said.

"Anything, son, just ask," she replied.

"Can I please take one of your cars to school? I'll be going back to school today, Mom," he asked.

"Sure, son. Everything belongs to you, but for now, you'll have to let the driver take you to school until you get used to the cars, as they are highly sophisticated. 

"Thank you, Mom," Oliver said, hugging her passionately.

He watched his mom leave then shortly after, Simon entered the sitting room. Please follow me, Young Master," Simon said and Oliver followed him.

This part of the mansion was unfamiliar to Oliver, yet surprisingly, it led to his room.

"Young master, you can inspect these clothes before the clothing companies submit their designs," Simon said with a smug smile.

Oliver quickly unpacked the clothing, but his eyes widened in disbelief when he saw what was inside. He stuttered in disbelief, "Gi- Givenchy?"

He eagerly inspected the clothes, a broad smile spreading across his face. Givenchy had always been one of his favorite brands, and receiving a complete set of clothing felt like a dream come true.

Simon then led him to the garage, where Oliver was stunned by the sight before him. His eyes widened in disbelief at the collection of exotic cars, including the Bugatti La Voiture Noire, valued at around ten million dollars, and the Rolls-Royce Sweptail, worth approximately fifteen million dollars.

He leaned in for a closer look, as if double-checking what his eyes were telling him. It was insane to consider that one individual could have such a collection of luxury vehicles. Curiously, he turned his attention to the next garage, where a Mercedes-Benz Maybach and a Bugatti Divo were parked alongside the others.

Oliver was stunned, feeling as if a lightning bolt had struck him. The sight of what he was seeing left him breathless. He couldn't help but ask, "Do all these belong to my mom too?"

Simon smiled and confirmed, "Yes, they all belong to Madam president. 

"So, young master, which of these cars would you like to take to school?" Simon asked. Oliver took a quick glance at all the cars once more, feeling indecisive as they were all expensive and sophisticated.

"I think I'll go with the Bugatti," Oliver confidently replied, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Okay, young master. I'll have it ready for you," Simon said, bowing slightly.

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At around 1 o'clock in the afternoon, Oliver was driven into the school compound by one of the drivers. The sight of the car alone left the security guards at the gate astonished.

The Bugatti, worth millions of dollars, left them stunned as they observed in disbelief. How could such a lavish car be driven to school? With its tinted windows, they couldn't tell who was inside.

"Head towards the dormitory on the left," Oliver directed confidently.

The entire compound was eerily quiet, with only a handful of students seen moving about. This made Oliver ponder if something unusual had occurred.

Oliver exited the parked car stationed in front of the dormitory and entered, hoping to find his friends there. However, they were nowhere to be found. Disappointed, he began to contemplate where they might have gone.

He got back to the car, but then, his attention was caught by several groups of students gathered nearby. As he glanced up, he realized they were gathered near the cinema.

Rolling his eyes, he realized he had already forgotten that the school opened the cinemas for new movies every Friday.

I had only lived the billionaire lifestyle for just a few days and have already forgotten the school routine. Indeed, money is good. Oliver muttered sheepishly. 

With a confident smile, he settled into his car and instructed the driver to take him to the cinemas in front of the library.

He observed students' eyes fixed on the car, curious to know who had brought a Bugatti to school and this make his chest to swell with pride. 

"Wow, Harry's got himself another fancy ride. That guy's loaded!" commented one of the students.

"Are you absolutely sure it's Harry?" another questioned.

"Definitely! Who else could it be? Harry's the richest guy around here. No one else would bring such a fancy car to campus. It's definitely gonna be him!" came the assured response