Rise of the Student Trillionaire

CHAPTER TWELVE: THE BEST LUNCH YET

"Mr. Mike, this is worth more than $20 million!" William couldn't look away from the object on the table where he was seated.

“Please, call me Head-Butler Mike, Young Master William. It’s more appropriate that way.” Mike slightly bowed with a smile. “As for this, Master Bill instructed that I get you the latest phone as we noticed you were using a thoroughly outdated one. It’s beneath the McArthur status to be caught with such an old item that holds no value.”

William could only murmur his reply to Mike's words as his eyes remained glued on the rectangular object. Right in front of his eyes is the latest version of a top-tier phone brand. What made this so expensive was the fact that the phone's entire body is made with 24-carat gold while the screen is made out of the purest diamonds.

After minutes of staring at the phone like it would disappear at any time, William finally found the strength to look away as he turned to Billiard. “Grandpa, isn’t this a little too much?” Though he felt extremely thrilled to own this kind of phone, he couldn’t help but feel it was quite a waste of money.

Billiard, on the other hand, simply waved his left hand nonchalantly while his right hand brought a beautifully designed cup to his lips as he sipped on some homemade herbal tea. "What do you mean by a little too much? It's nothing but a phone made by one of the mobile phone manufacturers under our family conglomerate, so there was no purchase involved. And even if it had been purchased, it shouldn't be a big deal." He sighed as he placed his cup of tea back on the table. "It seems you still haven't fully grasped the picture of what living like a McArthur would be like."

William took a bit of time to reflect on his grandfather's words and he quickly understood him. He was now the heir to a Two-trillion Dollar Empire. His basic standard of living alone is bound to rise to millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars. Though he was aware of this, it still felt like a lot to walk around carrying a $20 million phone with him.

Mike Barathea chuckled after hearing those words from Billiard’s mouth. “Master, please, do not be offended by Young Master William's reaction. Let's not forget that he learned about his roots and heritage just a few hours ago." He gazed at the McArthur patriarch. "Don't you think it would have been quite abnormal if he had adapted within such a short amount of time?"

Billiard didn’t take long before nodding his head. “I see your point, Mike.” He glanced at one of the kitchen staff who then rushed over with a napkin to wipe the old man’s mouth lightly before he stood up. “I’m done with lunch. I have some immediate business to deal with right now.”

William saw his grandfather was about to leave so he thought it was best he got up as well. As the heir, he shouldn’t be carelessly seated when there’s business to attend to. However, he was surprised when Billiard stopped him.

“I can tell you still haven’t had your fill yet, my boy. You went almost two days without eating anything. There are still meals on the table that you haven’t tried yet. You don’t want those hardworking chefs to feel like their efforts are not welcomed, do you?” Billiard spoke with a light tone. “Once you’re done, come meet me in my office.”

William nodded as he watched his grandfather leave with Mike. He then turned back to the wide set of meals. There were still so many delicacies left untouched that he wanted to taste; and so he dug into them, moaning at the mouth-watering flavors that brought his tongue alive and filled his stomach. None of the food here was bad.

Before he ever stepped foot on this estate, William had always made sure the quantity and quality of the food he ate was at the bare minimum, as he was always saving up so he and his mother would survive for a long time. That was no longer the case, so he allowed himself to fill his deep hunger. As the minutes passed by, the large bowls of high-class meals were being emptied one at a time.

It took William an extra thirty minutes before he was done eating. Three kitchen staff quickly gathered around him to gently clean him up before he even had the chance to get up and leave. William was about to exit the dining area when a thought suddenly crossed his mind. He requested a pen and paper and two of the kitchen staff quickly dashed off to get it for him. Once he got the two items he needed, he proceeded to write down a warm 'thank you' note to each of the six main chefs, taking his time to give detailed feedback on every single one of the meals they made for him.

William then handed the papers to the closest kitchen staff who was left stunned when she read the content. “Make sure you properly deliver these to the chefs.” He glanced around at the other kitchen staff members. “Thank you all for your service.”

The lady who had read the paper couldn’t help but slightly tear up as she watched William leave. “Young Master is such a kind-hearted man. He actually took time out of his busy day to show us his appreciation!”

As soon as William was gone, the other staff members had rushed over to the lady to read the written feedback and they couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth towards their Young Master.

 Meanwhile, William couldn't stop staring at his new phone with awe as he headed back to his grandfather's office. "William, you're now the McArthur heir. Get used to it." He kept on repeating these words in whispers like chants, in hopes that his brain would finally get used to this new lifestyle.

He got back to the large office to find Billiard ending the face-time call with someone. Once he sat down, Mike slid an envelope over the desk and William opened it to find there was a black card and a golden key inside. He tried to suppress his shock as he understood what having a black card meant for him. His financial status was now at a height that even the Donald twins could not compare. He glanced at the golden key to find that the attached handle was a thumbprint scanner. Without asking any questions, he placed his thumb in the appropriate spot and the small handle quickly scanned his thumb-print. In the next second, his new phone pinged with numerous notifications popping in so fast that William could even read them.

William feared he had accidentally breached some sort of security. “Grandpa, Head butler Mike, what’s going on?!”