Supreme Awakening Of The General's Lost Son

Chapter 7

Dean headed to the room and freshened up. Just then, he heard a knock on the door.

"Young master, your father wishes to see you," a female voice spoke.

"I'll be right there," Dean replied.

Dean headed to the sitting room and saw his father sitting behind a table, looking at some documents.

"Father, you sent for me," Dean said.

"Yes, I did," his father replied, looking up from the documents. "What course did you study in highschool?"

"Business management," Dean replied.

"Perfect!" Mr. Ambrose suddenly commented.

"Why say so?" Dean asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

His father leaned back in his chair, a serious expression on his face. "As you can see, Dean, I am already an old man. One day I would no longer be able to do most of the things I used to do. It's time for you to take over my companies as the rightful heir."

Dean's eyes widened in surprise, unsure of what to say. He had never imagined that he would be taking over his father's companies one day.

He had never really known his father's net worth, but he was sure it was substantial.

His father showed him the list of all the companies under the Ambrose consortium, and Dean's eyes widened in shock.

The list was endless, and all the companies on it were giants in their respective industries.

From vehicle manufacturing to social media platforms, restaurants, and more. His father owned over 85% of the shares in all of these companies.

He realized that together they were worth trillions.

And now, he would be the new owner of these companies, free to run them as he pleased.

However, Dean had a question that had been bothering him and he asked, "Father, how did you find me?"

Mr. John paused and smiled "Everything that happens in the military academy, I am aware of. So, when I got the news that a student had awakened a gardening ability, I was sure it was you."

Dean's eyes narrowed, intrigued. "Why?"

Mr. John's expression turned serious. "The gardening ability is not an ordinary ability, Dean. It comes only from the Ambrose bloodline."

Dean's eyes widened in surprise. "What do you mean?"

Mr. John asked Dean to sit, and then he began to explain. "The gardening ability is not just about growing plants, Dean. Anyone who possesses this ability can control the forces of nature and bend them to their will. They can give life and take life, control growth, and control all the natural elements."

Dean's eyes went wide with wonder. "Wow!"

He turned to his father, his face filled with excitement. "Dad, can you teach me how to use this ability?"

Mr. John smiled, his eyes filled with pride. "Of course, you're my only son."

But then his expression turned serious again. "But for now, let's focus on what I called you for. We have a lot to discuss, and not a lot of time to waste."

Dean nodded, his mind racing with questions and excitement. He was eager to learn more about his ability and his family's secrets.

He couldn't wait to get back at those who hurt him.

His father sent for Duke, his assistant and lawyer, and gave him instructions. With Duke's guidance, Dean signed some documents that made him the new owner of the Ambrose consortium.

"Now that you are the owner of a consortium, you will need to dress as one, move as one, and spend as one," his father stated.

He looked at Dean for a while, then asked, "How much do you have in your account?"

Dean hesitated, unsure of how to answer. He was ashamed of his financial situation.

His father understood and smiled, then nodded at Duke. Duke brought out a briefcase and opened it, revealing a single golden card with the letter "A" carved on it, standing for Ambrose.

His father took the card and handed it over to Dean. "Take this card. It's like a credit card that you can use on all the companies under the Ambrose consortium. It's filled with ten billion dollars. Take it as a starting point. It should be able to cover your expenses."

Dean received the card, praying that this wasn't a dream. Yesterday, he couldn't afford $500 for rent, but today, he was a multi-billionaire.

Since Dean had never had a bank account, Duke was to process that later and fill the account with another five billion dollars.

His father indicated that since Dean was still in the military academy, he needed an assistant to help him run the companies until he finished training.

Dean decided on Duke as his new assistant, since Duke had been working with his father for years and had the experience and expertise to help him navigate the complexities of running a consortium.

Duke was thrilled when Dean asked him to be his assistant, and he eagerly accepted the offer.

Finally, Dean's father asked Duke to take Dean to the garage and let him choose any two vehicles he wanted.

Duke led Dean to the garage, which was built underground and connected to the main house above.

Dean's eyes widened as he took in the sheer number of cars in the garage. There were so many that he couldn't even begin to count them.

Dean decided to seek Duke's help in choosing a car. "Mr. Duke," he called out, catching Duke's attention. "I'm having a little trouble picking a car. Can you help me?"

Duke smiled and nodded. "Of course, Dean. What kind of car are you looking for?"

Dean thought for a moment before responding. "I'd like a simple vehicle that I can use on campus without drawing too much attention.

And I'd also like a more luxurious vehicle that I can use for professional occasions."

Duke nodded, understanding exactly what Dean needed. He led Dean to a sleek, silver Lamborghini Veneno. "This is a Lamborghini Veneno. I think it would be perfect for campus. It's not too flashy, but it's still a great car."

Dean's eyes lit up as he took in the car's sleek design. "I love it," he exclaimed.

With the first car chosen, Duke led Dean to another part of the garage. He pressed a few buttons, and a garage door opened, revealing a stunning black Rolls-Royce Boat Tail.

"This is the most expensive car in the world," Duke said, his voice filled with awe. "It's worth 28 million US dollars. I think it would be perfect for professional occasions. It's sleek, sophisticated, and commands respect."

Dean's eyes widened as he took in the car's stunning design. "It's perfect," he breathed.

Duke smiled, pleased that Dean liked the car. "I'm glad you like it, Young master." he said.

Dean smiled back at Duke. "Please, call me Dean. Not Young Master."

Duke nodded, smiling. "As you wish, Dean."

With the two cars chosen, Duke led Dean out of the garage.

The rest of the evening was filled with celebrations as the reunited family shared stories.

As the night came to an end, Mr John turned to his son. “Dean, Early in the morning tomorrow, we will start our training.”

With that, Dean went to bed. For the first time, he was sleeping on a soft comfortable bed, and he could only be grateful to God for his blessings.