Chapter 09

As Max held the sleek black card in his hand, his grandfather extended another envelope toward him. “There’s also a transfer to your regular bank account,” Mark said, his gaze steady.

“Consider it some pocket money. It should cover your immediate expenses and allow you to… adjust to acting like the head of the consortium.”

Max opened the envelope, revealing a card with his usual bank’s logo and a printed balance receipt.

His eyes widened at the amount. Pocket money, his grandfather had called it, but to Max, it was an unfathomable sum—more than enough to settle his debt to his friends, buy clothes, and support himself for years if needed.

This was a different world, a world where “pocket money” carried more zeros than his lifetime of savings combined.

He took a deep breath, a mixture of excitement and anxiety churning within him. “Thank you, Grandfather. I’ll… I’ll do my best to manage everything responsibly.”

Mark’s gaze softened, pride evident in his expression. “I know you will, M