THE UPRISING OF THE TRILLIONAIRE'S HEIR

Dynasty Valued At A Trillion Dollars

He looked around the room he had slept in. It was four times bigger than the room he used to sleep in, and even the meal he had eaten the previous night filled him up like never before.

He picked up the clothes that were laid out on his bed. It was just a white long-sleeve shirt and black trousers. 

He wondered why Andrew had given him these clothes. After dressing up, he left his room and descended the stairs, making his way to the parlor.

The bodyguards at the front of Andrew bowed their heads as soon as they saw him.

"As I mentioned yesterday, the funds were stolen from the Willstone Group, and I need you to get them back for me, son," Andrew said, pausing as he handed over the papers to Mason.

"But why do we need to catch the person responsible, Dad? I think we have more than enough money to cover the loss," Mason questioned.

Andrew chuckled. "That's not how we do business, son."

"Someone stole this money from my group's profits, and I want it back. You are the only person I trust in this life after someone I once trusted betrayed me. I need you to get it back. I don't want the thief to think that I'm weak or scared of him, which is why I can't chase him myself."

"Of course, you're not a weakling, nor are you scared," Mason declared.

"That's what I want you, my son, to show him. That's why I bought the company suspected to be involved under a business partner's name. I believe he is the one who stole the records," Andrew explained.

Mason checked the files, and as soon as he saw one, he raised it to see the company's name.

"His Company," Mason read aloud.

"Yes, Mason. That's the company I'm referring to," Andrew confirmed.

"Indeed, this is surprising and suspicious, Dad. How could a company's sales grow so much in less than 30 days?" Mason pointed out, and Andrew nodded.

"You are now our spy in that company. You will be going there today. Just make sure your identity remains hidden to find out if it's truly him. I don't know his full name, but his first name is Gerald," Andrew instructed.

"Alright," Mason nodded, ready to leave.

"In case of any difficulties, do call me. I will attend to it and call Mr. Lincoln, the person running the company instead of me," Andrew instructed before Mason embarked on his mission.

Mason nodded his head, fully committed to the mission he was about to undertake. He would ensure to do a thorough investigation…but that wouldn't stop him from seeking his revenge. 

If he didn't take his revenge, he believed it would be better to die, because the intensity of his revenge would be insane.

After arriving at the company by taxi, Mason examined the building as he reviewed the files documenting the company's before and after the reconstruction. 

A smirk played on his face as he observed the huge transformation.

The cost of rebuilding the new company amounted to around $20 billion, while the old building had been valued at $340 million. 

Hm, wannabe Willstone, he scoffed. ‘Trying so hard to be like the Willstone company, aren't you?’

He looked at the file again. Another $20 billion had been allocated for boosting the company's sales and investments. 

$ 40 billion in total. Oh, bro, did you have to make it so obvious?

But then, this raised the question in Mason's mind: Why hadn't he invested in the largest group in Bay Hills City?

Mason strolled into the company, bowing his head to the bodyguards who looked at him like someone they had beef with.

Rolling his eyes at their behavior, he made his way inside and approached a woman who appeared to be a staff member.

"I'm a new intern, and I would love to meet with the..." Mason began.

"Your girlfriend?" she interrupted, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Excuse me?" Mason blurted out, taken aback.

She rolled her eyes and hissed, then walked away without another word.

Shaking his head, Mason spotted another woman sitting down, engrossed in her phone. Bowing his head, he approached her and began speaking.

"Excuse me, can I please see the secretary?" he politely asked.

She glanced down at his legs, scoffed, and responded, "If you want to work as a cleaner here, you won't be seeing the secretary. You'll have to go meet the head of catering..."

Mason grew frustrated. "I'm a new intern, and I'm not here to work as 'whatever you name it.' Just show me the way to the secretary's office, thank you."

She scrutinized him from head to toe before reluctantly pointing in a direction. "You can go this way. I just hope you don't come back looking embarrassed," she remarked.

Mason walked away, brushing off her comment. He was a bit annoyed, but he didn't let it affect him. He decided to let it slide for now and focused on finding the secretary's office.

He knocked on the door, but there was no response. Just as he was about to knock again, he noticed that the door was already open. He twisted the doorknob and entered the room.

Inside, he saw a woman operating a laptop. Bowing his head, he introduced himself, "I'm a new intern, and this is my..."

But before he could finish his sentence, something caught his attention, and he quickly raised his head. His heart sank immediately.

"Okay, so..." she also paused, her eyes widening.

"The fuck are you doing here, Mason?"

It was Anna, and the sight of her face ignited anger within him. 

What in the solar system was she doing there???

He clenched his fists and struggled to hold back his emotions. This was going to be pretty harder than he expected.

"I came here to work as an intern, Ms. Anna," he answered, his voice filled with tension. Anna scoffed and stood up, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Can I have a seat?" he politely requested, trying to maintain composure. Anna rolled her eyes in response.

"Tell me the real reason you're here in this company, or I'll kick you out right now!"

Mason was taken aback by her words, confused about what she meant by the "real reason" or what was going through her mind.

 He thrust his hands into his pockets and furrowed his brow, trying to understand her words.

"I don't understand..."

"Oh, really? You think I don't know that you're here because of me? Do you want to win me back? You think I don't know, huh?" Anna accused.