The Legendary Conglomerate

Chapter 4: Killian's Identity

Meanwhile, after Killian officially left and parted ways with Julietta. Out there, Killian felt confused. He didn't know where to sleep at night. All this time, Killian had no place to stay in Birmingham other than living with Julietta's family.

For over a year, Killian seemed to have lost some his memory in his head. Who was he? Where was he? And who were his parents? All of that was still a mystery to Killian. All his childhood memories had disappeared. What caused it all to happen, Killian didn't remember either.

"Huh! What a tragic life I have! Where do I go from here?" murmured Killian in despair.

"Should I sleep under the bridge or on this shopfront?"

"In this town, I have no friends other than those who bully me."

"Damn it!" he grumbled in annoyance.

The clock at that moment showed almost 2 pm. Killian only realised this after he looked at his old mobile phone.

No wonder his stomach had started to feel hungry again because when at the cafe, Killian ate not so much because the menu did not suit his taste. Ordering food would be impossible because he needed money.

In his wallet, there were only two old ATM cards; even those were blurred because Killian had not used them for a long time or never used them. The cards were not the usual colour but rather silver or greyish. There was also a black coloured card, but of course, there was no balance on it.

Killian didn't know what the two cards were. All he knew, Killian vaguely remembered, was that he had once used one of those cards. He didn't know when and where, but it never worked.

Killian got the card from a beautiful woman who met him by accident once and immediately gave it to him as a symbol of honour.

After giving the card, the woman left immediately. But before leaving, Killian remembered that the woman had said something like, "Welcome? Hello? Young master?"

Only those four fragments of words came out of the mysterious, beautiful woman's mouth.

Killian, who was still confused, without realising it, accepted the two coloured cards, put them into his shabby wallet, and never came out of his pocket again. After that incident, half a year later. Killian never saw the mysterious woman again.

Now seven months had passed since he received the two cards. His heart desired to look at the cards again, but he decided against it. There was too much weight on his head to add to something that didn't feel important.

After looking left and right, Killian decided to continue down the streets of Birmingham. Before Killian knew it, he had arrived at a busy city park. After paying attention to the surrounding area. Killian found an entirely solo seat, but the atmosphere was very shady. It was under a shady tree, which was well-maintained.

Then Killian sat down under the tree while paying attention to the surrounding area. His gaze was wide, looking around, even though it was only two o'clock in the afternoon. But there were already many people in the city park to relax.

Killian sat there for almost half an hour. His stomach was getting rumbly. Thirst was starting to hit his throat.

"Shit! Why did I forget earlier, not bringing even just drinking water? Damn stupid me!" grumbled Killian, continuously blaming himself.

His hand reached for a small branch, which had just fallen from the shady tree. With his head down, he headed towards the unit. But before his hand reached it, a voice startled him.

"Hmm!"

Of course, Killian was surprised, hearing a voice that suddenly came. Immediately Killian raised his head towards the voice he had just heard.

When Killian raised his head, only then did he see clearly. A gorgeous woman was standing before him, holding out an expensive bottle of bottled water.

"Excuse me," said Killian in surprise.

"Good afternoon, sir! May I sit here?" greeted the beautiful, slightly aggressive woman in casual clothes to Killian in a soft voice.

"Please," replied Killian in a friendly manner while taking the bottled water in a hurry, then drank it to the end.

After the beautiful woman sat down opposite Killian, for a moment, Killian could not open his voice. It was only after almost 40 seconds. Killian could only master himself.

"Who exactly are you, and why do you keep following me?" asked Killian, trying to figure out who the mysterious woman was.

Twice the woman had met Killian. The first time was when she gave him two cards, and the second time was now—a strange and mysterious correlation.

"Master certainly doesn't know me. But I know you well," the woman replied quite elegantly.

"Please explain what this means?" asked Killian curiously.

"Well, I'll tell you the truth, sir," the beautiful woman hung up.

"But I beg you not to interrupt my explanation, sir," the beautiful woman insisted.

"Ah... all right," Killian replied curtly.

"I am Irene Adler. A confidant of the great master Miguel Spencer, as well as the corporate secretary of the giant Spencer Group. Mr Spencer commissioned me to keep a close eye on young master Killian and find out about your true self and your life here in Birmingham, sir," the woman responded.

"Sir, you have been away from home for 17 years, since you were eight; the young master is rumoured to have been kidnapped by a human trafficking syndicate. Your great master, as well as your parents, have been searching for your whereabouts, sir. But for 13 years, your whereabouts could not be found. Until your parents became depressed and died."

"Your grandfather was left alone, living alone in London. But your grandfather has been searching for your whereabouts for the past two years, sir. He kept checking whether you were dead or alive. Finally, your whereabouts were discovered, after receiving news from someone, that you were still alive, sir."

"But that person didn't want to show me where you were, until one day, by accident, the people of the great lord saw you in the market. You wore an unbuttoned shirt, so your necklace was visible to them. The necklace you wore was exactly like the picture on their mobile phones."

"That news naturally delighted the great lord. But to confirm the truth, he didn't rush to see you. He instead sent me to investigate the truth of the news of your whereabouts. He prepared many of his subordinates to continue monitoring. Over a year, I've been keeping a close eye on you to ensure that you are indeed the person I've been looking for, sir."

"Although your face may have changed a lot. But the necklace you're wearing can't fool us that you are indeed the only grandson of Mr Miguel Spencer, the country's top businessman with an international network."

"To further confirm the truth. By using advanced technology, he is owned by his network. We obtained samples of the young master's blood and hair. To confirm the truth, the great master conducted a DNA test through the blood and hair."

"After confirming with the DNA test, he was only convinced that the young master was his descendant. So he ordered me to give the two debit cards to you, sir. The initial balance of each card is 10 billion euros. So for both cards, the total is 20 billion euros."

"Do you still have those two cards?" asked Irene Adler probingly after explaining many essential details.

"A..a... what! Twenty billion euros?" shouted Killian a little forcefully, still in shock and disbelief.

"That's right, sir! Every month, the great lord continues to increase the balance on both cards. So it is estimated that over the past year, the balances on the two cards have exceeded 20 billion euros. The money is stored in two commercial banks in this country, which is secured. You can check your balance at either bank. The password is your date of birth."

"So those two cards are precious?" asked Killian, still incredulous.

"Don't you remember, or are you pretending not to remember? Seven months ago, there was access to one of the cards to buy a snack. Unfortunately, it didn't work," Irene Adler mocked with amusement.

"So those two cards..." mentions Killian, who still looks dazed.