The Ultimate Heir.

Chapter seven

Zale jolted back into consciousness when he felt the touch on his lap.

"Sir, we have arrived. I'm sorry to have disturbed your sleep, but I really have to get to other customers," the cab driver politely apologized.

"It's all right. I should be the one apologizing, not the other way around," Zale said, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

He quickly unfastened the seatbelt that was wrapped around his slender waist and got out of the car.

"How much is the ride, sir?" Zale asked, looking at the cab driver.

The cabby took a moment to calculate the fare before answering, "The fare is seventy dollars."

Zale heaved a long sigh when he heard that. As a delivery man, he only earns the bare minimum, so this was so much money for him.

Seventy dollars was about his monthly disposable income or even less.

But regardless, he was willing to spend it because today was a special day for him.

Today was his foster father's death anniversary, so it was no big deal for him to spend all his savings. He owed it to the man who took care of him when the whole world rejected him.

"Hello sir, are you there?" the cab driver asked, snapping Zale out of his thoughts.

"Sorry, I was lost in thought," Zale apologized before reaching into his pocket and pulling out some cash. "Here's the money."

"Thanks for your patronage. And have a nice day." The cab driver started the engine and drove off while Zale turned to face the cemetery.

He let out another sigh and brought out the rest of the money from his pocket. After counting it, he put it back. "I still have a hundred dollars left. That would at least be enough to get me back to the city."

He then walked toward the rusty metal gate of the cemetery.

The cemetery was very old, so the gate was completely rusted.

Also, most of the fence surrounding the cemetery had been washed away by erosion.

The cemetery was small and funded by the residents of the neighborhood; the government didn't care much about it.

*Creak!*

A screeching sound rang out as Zale opened the metal gate and entered the cemetery.

There were a few people in the cemetery, who must have come to pay a visit to their deceased loved ones.

He walked straight toward his old man's grave, which was almost at the edge of the cemetery.

A feeling of sadness came over him when he saw his foster father's name engraved on a small rectangular block that stood behind a grave — this was his father's grave.

An olive tree was right next to the grave, so there were many withered leaves all around it.

Nothing had changed at all since his last visit.

The flowers he had placed on the grave in the past were still there, though a bit withered now.

The old man had no other relatives besides him, so all the flowers there belonged to him.

However, today there was something strange. There was a strange flower on the grave.

He tried to remember bringing this flower in the past, but even after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't.

And judging by the freshness of the flower, it had been dropped only recently. It could even be that it was dropped there today.

He visited his foster father's grave only once a year, and that was usually on the death anniversary, so how could such a fresh flower be here?

'Did he have other relatives I don't know about?' Zale thought to himself, finding the situation baffling.

However, he decided to forget the flower and first do what he had come here to do.

He strolled to the upper right corner of the grave and dropped the flower he had come with.

"I miss you so much, Dad. If death hadn't taken you away from me, you'd still be alive to see me graduate and marry the love of my life. It's really hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember. I don't know why death...." With a heavy and emotional tone, Zale poured out his heart. Tears did not cease to run down his face.

When he eventually finished and wiped his tears, he concluded by saying, "I'll be forever grateful to you for giving me a beautiful childhood, even if it was only for a short time."

He then walked over to the strange flower and picked it up. He began examining it. "This flower looks quite expensive. Oh, the flower's name is even on the ribbon holding it together."

The name of the flower was Juliet Rose. The name piqued his interest, so he decided to G****e it.

When he opened his G****e search, a trendy headline caught his attention, and instead of searching for the flower, he clicked on the headline.

The headline read, "A mystery person has bought the world's most expensive and rare flower for $17 million!"

"Some rich people are really weird. Seventeen million dollars for a damn flower, how silly," Zale muttered to himself, chuckling.

However, as soon as the web page finished loading, he was shocked at what he saw.

He stumbled back in fright and even dropped the flower he was holding.

His eyes were wide in shock. He almost dropped his phone in shock, but since he had no money to buy a new one if this one spoiled, he held the phone tighter, but the same couldn't be said for the flower, which was even the main reason for his shock.

"This must be a misunderstanding, right? Otherwise, I can't believe I just held a $17 million flower in my hand," Zale let out, his heart beating erratically.

He checked his phone again to see if he had misunderstood the message, but the message was clear and concise.

The message - “A mysterious person has bought the most expensive and rare flower in the world for $17 million. The name of the flower is Juliet Rose. The cost of developing this new rose variety was about seven million dollars, and it took the gardener 15 years to complete his work of art. But after all this work, he sold it for an almost unbelievable 17 million dollars, gaining a mass profit and making it the most expensive flower to ever exist.”

"This can't be."