The Poor Billionaire's Revenge.

Chapter 130

The night of the party had smoothly arrived.

Grandpa and everyone else were set except for Maxwell, who had a little bit of cold feet just a few hours before the party.

Grandpa smiled at him and parted him on his shoulder. I guess he is overwhelmed by the caliber of people he'll be meeting at the party.

“Come on, son, all that would disappear the moment you climbed that podium.”.

“I would climb a podium.” Maxwell asked as a sudden wave of heat spread over his body. Addressing a crowd was something he had always tried to run away from all the times he was in school. He never really did well at it, and he wondered why it was so with him.

“I can’t speak in public, grandpa. I have a bad feeling it would turn out very sore, plus I do not have that very commanding voice to speak yet.” Maxwell gave his grandpa the lamest excuse he could find in the store of his heart.

“There's no excuse in business, son. Your entitlements will all be wired to you today if you do well, and I know you will