Regressor With A Billionaire System

Memories Of The Past

I left my house that day sad and distraught. My father had sent a driver to pick me up and as I came up to my junction ,there he was, already waiting for me. I said nothing to him and waltzed into the back seat of the car after he opened the door for me.

In a couple of more moments we were moving. My life hadn’t always been like this, when was it that I’d stopped being happy and hated myself, I think I was 4 years of age.

My father and I loved my mother very much and she felt the same for us. She would often tell me that she loved me the most in the entire world and I would be overjoyed as a child.

My mother, Mrs Gabrielle Shade, was a beautiful woman who had long brown hair and green eyes. She was of European descent, Spanish I think. I barely had any knowledge of her and could only remember what she looked like thanks to Render.

She and my father met when my father was on vacation in Paris, in his mid twenties. My father inherited the Shade corporation at a very young age and had be