Chapter 3
Author: Icha Ghozali
last update2024-12-25 13:43:56

A sleek black limousine pulled up and opened its door for Dylan. A man bowed respectfully as he held the door open. On either side of the car, bodyguards in dark sunglasses stood guard.

“Please step inside, Young Master,” one of the bodyguards said.

Alicia grabbed Dylan’s arm.

“Come on, Brother. Grandpa can’t wait to see you,” she said with urgency.

Dylan hesitated, but Alicia’s words spurred him into action, and he stepped into the luxurious car.

Now seated beside Alicia, Dylan stared out the window as the car sped through the city. It all felt surreal. He still couldn’t believe it when the doctor said he was well enough to leave the hospital, only for Alicia to show up and take him to the Harrison family mansion.

“Alicia,” Dylan said cautiously, “what if you’re wrong? What if I’m not really your twin brother?”

“I’m not stupid, Brother. Our family’s private investigator has confirmed everything. You’re my twin brother, separated 25 years ago. Grandpa will explain everything when we arrive. You’re the Young Master of the Harrison family now. Don’t doubt it,” Alicia said with confidence. “And don’t worry—your adoptive mother is receiving the best care at the Harrison family hospital.”

Dylan’s head snapped toward Alicia.

“Really? My mom is being treated there?”

“Yes, she is. From this moment on, Brother, you’ll have everything you’ve ever needed. The power and wealth of our family are yours now,” Alicia reassured him.

The car eventually slowed, and the chauffeur stepped out to open the door. Dylan’s jaw dropped at the sight before him: a mansion far grander than the Haroldson family estate.

The front yard featured a majestic fountain surrounded by lush green lawns and a manicured garden. Beneath the estate was an underground parking lot filled with dozens of luxury cars.

“Welcome, my grandson,” a tall, dignified elderly man said warmly. His striking features, including a sturdy build and sharp jawline, bore a striking resemblance to Dylan’s. The man hugged Dylan tightly as he and Alicia stepped into the grand living room.

“And you are?” Dylan asked, his gaze fixed on the older man.

“I am your grandfather. I’m Andreas Harrison,” the man said with a smile. “You were lost to us for 25 years. Your parents died in a car crash, but you were thrown from the vehicle and survived. Sadly, both your parents perished in the explosion, but your sister, Alicia, was saved by your mother.”

Dylan’s heart clenched as he listened to Andreas recount the tragic tale. Though he had no memory of the couple, an inexplicable wave of grief and loss washed over him.

“Am I really the lost child of the Harrison family?” Dylan muttered. “I... I still can’t believe it, Grandpa. Besides, I’m Dylan now.”

“Dylan will always be part of your story, but from now on, you are Ethan Harrison,” Andreas declared. “You’re the rightful heir to the Harrison family. You can do whatever you like, buy anything you desire, and command the servants and staff as you see fit. Some of our family’s assets have already been transferred into your name, including our television network and real estate group. You’ll be stepping in as the new CEO of the Harrison Group.”

“Me? The CEO? I don’t think I can…” Dylan stammered, pointing at himself.

“You can, and you will,” Andreas replied firmly. “Old Haroldson may have been cruel, but he inadvertently trained you well. As an accountant, you’re meticulous, and that will serve you in making decisions. Alicia, do you have any objections to this?”

“None at all,” Alicia said with a smile. “Brother deserves everything. I’m tired of being CEO. It’s time for me to relax, travel, and enjoy life. I want to rest in Paris. Brother, if you wish to continue studying, Grandpa can arrange private lessons for you. Professors can come to you daily.”

“But Alicia, I—”

“No buts,” Alicia interrupted. “You’re the CEO now. The penthouse Grandpa prepared for you is ready, along with a luxury apartment downtown. You can decide where you want to stay.”

A staff member stepped forward, holding a tray with several keys and property deeds neatly arranged.

“These are a few of the properties in your name, Brother,” Alicia said, gesturing toward the tray.

Dylan stared in disbelief at the wealth laid before him.

“Hahaha! The Lamborghini, Harley, and Porsche in the garage are yours, too,” Andreas added with a chuckle. “Now, tell me—what do you want most right now?”

Dylan hesitated before answering, his thoughts turning to Valerie. “Grandpa, I want to talk to my wife about this.”

“Hmph. The Haroldson family?” Andreas’s tone hardened. “Do they even deserve you? Finish your business with them quickly. While I respect your decision to remain married, you must let them know who you truly are now.”

“Valerie Haroldson isn’t a good woman, but if you love her, I’ll support your decision,” Alicia said, patting Dylan’s shoulder.

“Exactly,” Andreas agreed. “No one will dare reject Ethan Harrison.”

Andreas motioned for a man to step forward. “This is Bill, your personal assistant. He’ll handle anything you need.”

Bill bowed respectfully. “Welcome, Young Master Harrison. I’m at your service.”

“Uh, you don’t need to bow,” Dylan said awkwardly.

Bill smiled and handed him a sleek phone. “Your contact information has been transferred to this phone. Call me for anything.”

Dylan glanced at Andreas, who nodded approvingly. Taking the phone, Dylan muttered a soft “thank you.”

“Now, let’s have lunch to celebrate your homecoming,” Alicia suggested brightly.

“Good idea,” Andreas said. “Ethan, would you prefer dining here or at Blue Sky, our family restaurant?”

“Here,” Dylan replied. “If that’s alright, I’d rather eat with you at the family dining table.”

Andreas grinned. “Of course. Bill, prepare lunch immediately.”

As Dylan followed Andreas and Alicia to the dining room, he marveled at the mansion’s grandeur, feeling as though he had stepped into another world.

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Back at the Haroldson estate, Valerie and her family sat at their own dining table.

“Dad, Max will handle my divorce from Dylan,” Valerie said confidently, glancing at the man beside her.

“Good,” Henry replied. “With Grandpa Larry gone, there’s no need to pretend anymore. Max, make sure this is done quickly.”

Max smirked. “That fool won’t trouble you anymore, Val. I’ll see to it.”

The family laughed as their plans to rid themselves of Dylan unfolded, their voices echoing through the opulent room.

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