Reborn Tycoon; Ethan Wayne’s Rise

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Standing there, he couldn't still believe he was in the Household of The Wayne's. The Waynes!

Scratch that. He was the grandson, Ethan Wayne. The rightful.. or actually, the only possible heir to the inheritance of The Wayne Fortune!

That was completely mind-blowing. Nah, it just had to be cap.

“This can't be true. This is a joke. She was probably lying”, he said to himself, one hand on his waist and one stroking his chin line. Just then, he noticed the mirror, built into the white doorless cupboard. On the tabletop just by the door, he could see his smartphone as well. Great. He could check what Ethan Wayne really looked like in today's age.

He didn't even know what era he was living in to start with.

He went over to get the phone first. Damn! It was the latest Givoni. It had his face recognition and as soon as he put it on, it verified his face and opened.

Woah. First evidence.

The time.

April, 5th 2027

He was living in the 21st century alright. In his world, this would only be a few days back from when he'd died. A few days before rustication even.

It would be two days before his final exam.

Ethan shook his head. It just couldn't be true.

The phone was automatically wifi to the internet running in the house and Ethan went for the search engine without even diverting. He typed in his question, hesitant and anxious for reasons he couldn't quite explain. As the pictures of Ethan Wayne rolled out, his anxiety reached peaks he didn't think were possible. He examined almost all of them before he could agree with himself that they were all the same. He stopped at the last one, taking a glance to the mirror.

He felt his body vibrate inwardly as he walked towards the mirror slowly. The cupboard it was connected to was glassed and inside it contained awards and medals. Crazy, he could see the engravings perfectly on them.

They were all Ethan Wayne's.

He shut his eyes when he finally came into full view of the mirror.

Damn. He was exactly as he'd seen.

He was fucking Ethan. Ethan Wayne!!.

Ethan dropped on his bed. The rest of his body automatically laying down.

This was surreal. He was Ethan Wayne.

How?

How did he go from being unalive in one minute to being Ethan Wayne? How?

Really, God should really have plans to send him some form of preparation cause what? He didn't even know where to start.

“By getting some damn food”

His stomach grumbled for the hundredth time. He was freaking hungry alright, at least that he knew. He went over to the side of the bed where the tray had bed positioned.

Man…. They even had mouthwash just so he was too lazy to brush. He rinsed his mouth with the wash and then the water in the similar small cups put side by side. He'd spat them in the sink in the passage in his room, surprised he'd even see that there. He'd only just settled down when the doorbell rang.

This time, the voice was masculine and most probably the butler's.

“Good morning sir. Apologies for the disturbance but I must announce that your car is ready and waiting just at the stairs to take you to school. Your grandfather also requests your presence downstairs in the next five minutes sir”

Oh darn. He had to go to school.

Quickly, he gobbled up some of the pancakes with sausages as well. The cocoa was still quite hot and he had to put in some ice he had in his fridge. When he was done with that, he dashed into his bathroom which surprisingly, was the only door with a handle - that went in of course and purified itself.

Dope.

His smart shower slid out the door as soon as he was close. The shower head emerged from the wall to just the right height, the head self-tilting as if to get the angle.

A thermometric control was embedded in the wall and Ethan could determine just what temperature he wanted the water to be.

Settling at the warmest, the shower began, first in slowz light droplets and then increasing gradually to the right amount. Ethan discovered he could also regulate that as well but he had far exceeded five minutes as another doorbell came as a reminder. He got out, taking up his warmed towel from where it was neatly folded in what looked like a steamer.

The next message was from his grandfather and it was not looking good. In under two minutes, he managed to dress up, grateful his clothes had already been picked out for him. Collecting whatever the books he could recognize he'd need, he dropped a laptop and his Samsung tablet into the Prava document bag. He finally placed his card to read and the door slid open.

fancy technology alright.

He placed the card in his vest, hurrying down the stairs. His grandfather was at the head of the large oak table in the living room and his eyes followed Ethan devilishly as he doubled down on the stairs. The porter got the door and Ethan got into the car.

Then he noticed the old man get up and head towards them.

He was coming with them.

Great. To think he had successfully run away from those eyes.

Or from even the presence of someone who knew Ethan Wayne.

Ethan tried to compose himself maximally as his grandfather approached. Oh shit!. He didn't even know the first thing about Ethan Wayne. His palms started getting sweaty.

“Pull yourself together Ethan. Act cool. Act normal and no one's going to suspect and kill you”, he said to himself in a very quiet whisper.

His grandfather finally got to the car and the porter opened the door. He tilted his head as he entered, the air suddenly filled with the sweet yet masculine savour of his perfume.

“Good morning grandfather”, Ethan greeted, instantly regretting it as he avoided eye contact with the hardly old man.

“You're exceptionally late today, Ethan. Any logical reason?”

“I…”

“And why the regular pick by the way? You should have gone for a better car if you were looking to have a bad day.”

“ I .. urr..”

“Start the car”