THE WRETCHED SON-IN-LAW IS A MULTI-TRILLIONAIRE

I just got a raise

“If you ever get out of jail, remember that you're no longer welcome here, you would not be able to get a job, not even as a door man after this!." The manager said.

“no, please wait don't do this..." Troy pleaded as he was whisked away by the men. He could not go to jail, he didn't have any one who would bail him out and definitely the Williams would let him rot in jail.

People stood by watching as he was dragged by the men outside, it was embarrassing.

“I didn't do anything wrong." Troy said realizing that he truly didn't do anything wrong, he reacted how any body would react in that situation.

“Take your hands off that young man!." A deep resounding voice said and immediately he felt the hands of the security guards slip off him. It was as if they knew exactly who the man was and they responded immediately without wasting another second.

Troy turned to see who had spoken.

It was a man with muddy brown hair, he was tall and very muscular, no wonder his voice sounded so low.

“You're coming with me young master." The man said, he stood beside a very expensive looking car and he was wearing a dark blue suit, he looked rich.

Troy did not trust him one bit, he had learnt not to trust people because of what he had passed through in the hands of the Williams. This could be a set up by Francis or Vivienne to kidnap him and torture him to death.

“Thank you for saving me, but I am not a young master. I'm not who you're looking for." Troy said to the man. The security guards had already left the premises.

The man managed to smile and frown at the same time.

“You don't know who you are, but, I know who you are and you're needed urgently." The man replied holding open the car door for him.

Troy stepped backwards.

“I know who I am but I don't know you." Troy said to the man, he was cautious now, the man might be dangerous.

“If you really know who you are, why are you a janitor when you're supposed to be ruling the most important companies in this country. Troy Barry you're the sole heir of the Winthrops." The man said to Troy.

Troy knew very well of the Winthrops, the richest family in the whole wide world, in the globe. They come second to nobody and their properties amounts to trillions of dollars, everybody knew that the Winthrops were very important, hell, they even host dinner parties for important people such as presidents, top celebrities and kings.

Troy began laughing.

“This must be a joke, I've been humiliated in a lot of ways but you have to try harder than this!." Troy said turning away and walking off.

He supposed that he had been fired from his job, his manager fired him on his way out while pleading ceaselessly to Francis, even the joy on Vivienne's face was evident that she had been desperate to get rid of him.

“Young master, please how can I prove your identity to you?." The man said walking after him.

Troy stopped in his tracks.

“I thought I told you that I'm not interested in whatever you have to say. I don't know who sent you but I've been through hell already, what else do you want from me." Troy asked the man.

" For you to take your rightful title and stop living in the slums." The man said calling the Williams mansion a slum, that house stood majestically as one of the best structures, this man must be very rich to call it a slum.

" I do not believe that I'm the heir of any Winthrops. My parents were so poor they didn't have enough money to feed me three times a week!. " Troy yelled.

The man pulled out his phone and immediately Troy's phone beeped in the pocket of his jumpsuit.

" I just sent you a hundred billion dollars for a start. Maybe when you see that, you can at least know that I'm serious. Your biological father needs to have a word with you, it's very urgent young master, you have to be there." The man said.

Troy was still starstruck as he saw the numbers on his phone.

“Nine figures, is this real?." Troy asked himself still staring at the screen wide eyed, his mouth was open and shock was evident on his face. Hundred billion dollars was sitting in his bank account.

“You can call your bank to confirm the money while we are driving to meet your father, Mr Barry Winthrop." The man said. " By the way, I'm Mr Ford, your father's right hand man."

Troy was confused but he walked into the car and they drove to the hospital. He walked into an ICU with Mr Ford and there was a man laying on the bed, Troy had seen this man in the magazines before, Barry Winthrop, but he never knew that they would be connected in such a way.

“My son." Mr Winthrop said with a big smile.

Troy was rooted to the ground.

“I've transferred everything I owned to you, my lawyer would read the will to you, I might not have time to explain things to you my dear son but know that I did everything for your own safety, the only heir of the richest family had to be protected at all cost. You're a multi Trillionaire now, carry on my legacy." Suddenly the heart monitor on the side of the bed stopped beeping and went into a sudden shrill.

Doctors entered into the hospital room with gadgets, they pleaded with Troy and Mr Ford to leave the room and they had to watch from the window as the doctors tried and failed to revieve Troy's father, he was dead.