The All-Powerful William Miller

Chapter 4: The Man I Am

William was awakened the next morning by the buzzing noise of his alarm and he groaned lazily.

He had spent the night in his garbage truck which was parked by the side of the road.

"Five AM" He mumbled lazily and rubbed his eyes.

The events of the previous day came rushing into his head almost immediately and that made him wear a sad look.

Tracey had betrayed him but most importantly, he had unwillingly announced his return to his rightful position in his family's conglomerate empire. 

The ring was enchanted by his family's secret method that locks up the cultivation of a person temporarily and their access to the family's resources is also restricted.

A drop of blood on the ring would unlock the spiritual energy of the person and send a signal to the involved family.

The ring wasn't a punishment.

He purposely asked for it and vanished to the corner of the world for five years.

Now, his existence was announced to his family and his spiritual energy had returned to him. 

He was back to the man he used to be but he wasn't ready.

William drove into the Wilson's villa.

They shouldn't be out of bed yet so he would be quick with what he came for.

He sneaked into the bedroom and was shocked to not find Tracey there.

Did she spend the night with that stranger?

She had always shown a hint of despise for him and that's the main reason he wanted to tell her the truth about himself last night. 

Now, she wanted to divorce him for another man. 

His trust for her was gone. 

He pulled a small box from under the bed and slid open the covering to see the content.

Inside the box was a glass partition which divided it into two equal parts.

On the left was a black bank card and on the right side was a pile of silver needles.

"It's been so long, Companions" William's voice was calm and his chest slowly rose.

He was going to tell Tracey all about himself last night but not anymore. 

After closing the box, he walked out of the room and then strolled out of the building.

"I'm not trash. I'm someone you cannot afford to offend on a regular setting" With each step he took, words narrowed out of his mouth and his lips slowly twitched.

"William?" He was caught off guard by a recognizable voice.

Slowly, he turned his head to see his wife alighting from the E-Class Mercedes Benz beside his garbage truck.

Oh No. This wasn't good.

He never predicted to meet Tracey here but he was glad she wasn't with that man.

Maybe she was back to her senses.

Tracey's gaze turned cold and she quickened her steps towards him, "What are you doing here?"

He feigned ignorance and casually raised his hands, "Here? This is our home, "

"You! " She gritted her teeth and her face turned red in embarrassment.

"I'm not your wife, Williams. Get into the vehicle, we're going to sign divorce papers" Tracey inched even closer to him and he could see the determination clearly written in her eyes.

"You're my wife, Tracey. You shouldn't be sleeping with other men. I might end up killing them " There was a calmness in William's voice as he said this but deep within, he was enraged.

She scoffed and her upper lip lifted in disdain, "Kill? You weakling. I can sleep with whoever I want, William Miller, and feel good about it"

Tracey's tone was harsh as she threw her emotions over the window.

"William Miller, you'll sign the divorce papers. Don't be unfortunate"

"Tracey, I can take care of you. I'm not the man you used to know. I'm a wealthy person, Tracey. No one in this city can generate half of my wealth until they die" 

She have lived in ridicule all these years because of him and he could finally take good care of her.

There was still a tread of hope in his heart that she would admit her wrong and get back with him. 

Tracey laughed maniacally, "You? William Miller, rich? I think we need to stop using the word poor. The word William literally means the same thing" 

He initially didn't want to tell her but now that he did, she didn't believe him for a bit. 

She puffed her chest, "Harry Snow is the son of one of the power players in this city and you cannot earn an atom of his wealth all your life, you're a worthless loser. All this years, I've endured because of grandfather's angry nature but not anymore. I won't hid it anymore, you disgust me, William "

At this moment, he realized how much she hated him all this years. 

She was only sucking up to the wish of her grandfather so she could keep her position as the Director of the group. 

"I helped you five years ago. I gave your family all of my savings to save the company" These words from him made Tracey pause her movement.

She turned again to him and her look was now calm.

William had indeed deposited a large fund into the Wilson's group to save it from bankruptcy.

That money was the peanuts he had on him after detaching himself from his family five years ago.

 Tracey's eyes turned dark again and she sneered, "Isn't that why grandfather made me marry a trash like you? I'm worth that money so don't think high of yourself. We have treated you to free housing and food for five years. Isn't that enough for you"

Her eyes suddenly lit up, "Is that why you don't want to divorce? How much was it again? Ten million? I'll make it twenty million. I'll call my secretary right away to send the money and you'll sign the papers"

This time she got closer to William whose gaze was neutral and carried no emotion.

"Do I look like a beggar to you? " His sudden response made her jaw drop.

"I'm not asking for money" William turned away from her and began walking away.

That money he deposited into the Wilson's company five years ago wasn't the only saving factor.

Behind the curtains, he spoke with top tycoons in the business world to assist the Wilson group and make them significant in society.

At that time, he still had contact with the powerful people he used to know while he was the sole heir of his family. 

This action of his was kept a secret from them so his true identity would not be revealed.

Now, Wilson's group was a multi-billion dollar company and he was William, the famous trash picker in the city.

At least he used to be.

He was no longer the trash.

"Williams, you bastard! " Tracey cried with a loud voice as she watched him enter his truck.

 William drove straight for the Exclusive Avenue bank branch in the city.

This was the only bank he could use his his supreme black card.

The restriction placed on his personal card must have been lifted and he wanted to confirm it.

He was approaching the entrance when the phone in his hand buzzed.

The caller was a strange number he recognized from the previous day.

William took the call and he said casually, "I've told you, I'm not back. Keep the papers, I'm not signing them"

The soft feminine voice responded almost immediately, "Young Master, you cannot do this. The family received a signal of your return last night. Signing the necessary papers will give you control over all your assets and resources in the family. It's worth Trillions"

William shut his eyes for a second and scolded her, "I don't care if it's worth Trillions. I've told you, I'm not returning to that family. Don't try to find me, I'm not back"

"Rules are rules, Young Master. I'll find you" The lady said over the phone and hung up the call.