The Undead Trillionaire Heir Wants Revenge

Chapter 4 || Emotional Dilemma

Phil had been so invested in the story that he practically yelled at Kate when she suddenly stopped narrating. Kate, who halted her story to analyze his expression after revealing to him that he was a trillionaire, was stunned that he cared more about his identity and parents than his inheritance.

“...Wait, how did you find me then? Why haven't the Del Rosarios been thrown in prison for what they did? The Sinclairs are involved in this as well? Are there still human trafficking operations in the country?” Phil sputtered. The sad demise of his parents mixed with suspense from the incomplete story made him mildly distraught.

“Don't you mind that you're the richest person in the entire country?” Kate asked, as if testing his virtues. “You should be leaping—dancing, even.”

“My parents are dead, I was killed, and the people who did all that are free. Why should I care about money when my family is no more?” With a substantial amount of pain in his voice, Phil muttered and slumped in his chair. He wanted to scream, to let out the frustration, but decided not to.

“Good,” Kate said, and Phil looked at her with disdain. “I meant good… you care more about your family than their wealth. It shows you have honor and compassion. Those are some important qualities a Lord should have.”

Phil sighed heavily. “Please answer the remainder of my questions.”

“Well, the Del Rosario's aren't in prison because they haven't been caught yet. Strangely, they are always one step ahead of our plans. There is never evidence that they commit any crimes because they are careful, and they are powerful as… well, You, so they can cover up their tracks with a few threats.”

“As for the Sinclairs, yes, they are part of this too. Miss Lily Sinclair is as power-hungry as the Del Rosarios. She has allied herself with people she thinks will give her the power she so desperately craves.”

“About how we found you. After years of searching, they were able to prove that someone was under that bridge your mother's car crashed into. So we tracked the person to a hospital—by the way, we covered your adopted mother's bill, and she's under our protection—then from her file, we found out about you. We tracked you to the Sinclair's—” Kate broke off and chuckled lightly. “Who knew that the missing Lord descendant was living under the roof of the Sinclair's, getting treated like a dog by people far below him.”

Phil's eyes widened, like the gears and nuts that made up his memory just worked in harmony. “It's you. You are that lady who stared at me at the party.” With almost a smile, he said excitedly.

“Yes, I was. I could have rescued you from that situation and spared you from the impending danger. However, the risk was too great. I didn't want the Del Rosarios or the Sinclairs, who are now their allies, to connect you to us.”

“Now that your former identity is no more, and you live again. You can now lead the knights and our allied forces, seeking vengeance for your parents and yourself,” Kate said with enthusiasm, a glint of determination in her eyes.

Phil did not say anything; his face was distant as he processed everything Kate had said so far. All his life, he had thought that his parents might have been some nobody who left their child on a river, but now, knowing all this.

Knowing about their background, deaths, enemies, his own near-death experience, the fact he had lost two months of his life, and then the connection his murderer had to his parents' murderers, it was all too overwhelming for the simple garbage picker.

He wanted to help bring his parents and his murderer to justice, but another part of him didn't. Was it out of fear, or was it simply his choice? Phil didn't know, but what he did know was that he needed to think about all of this, then come back and decide.

“I need to go,” Phil said without looking at Kate. He didn't stare at her but knew how her face would be when he said those words.

“Wait, what? I've just revealed your destiny. You can't simply walk away. Don't you desire to seek vengeance for your parents and thwart the Del Rosarios?” Kate questioned, puzzled by Phil's lack of enthusiasm. After all, he was a Lord.

Phil stood up. “I want to... maybe... I don't know. I just need some time to contemplate all of this before I can make any decisions,” he said, his gaze darting around the expansive study. “I need some fresh air to think,” he added, noticing the unwavering plea in her eyes for him to stay.

Kate nodded disappointedly, closing some distance between them until they were within breathing length of each other.

Seriousness clouded her eyes as she stared up at Phil. “Your last question, answered. Yes, the human trafficking ports are still up and running. The Del Rosario's are even expanding. Apart from that, though, they have managed to worm their way into Labyrinth City by marrying into the Sinclair's. Since the Sinclair's are one of the top board executives of your family's company, it won't take long for the Del Rosario's to become one. And if they take the company, the whole of Labyrinth City will be theirs, and subsequently the country.”

“Wait, Eve is...” His voice, laced with sadness, was shunned by Kate's edgier and more anxious voice.

“No pressure though! It's not like if you decide not to step up, millions will suffer, and your centuries-old family name and wealth will go to those who killed them. Absolutely no pressure. Take your time and think,” Kate said bleakly, dusting the collar of his shirt.

Phil's face froze in place. In all his life, this was the biggest responsibility he had ever borne. It was sudden and too heavy for him.

“I have to go...”

Kate block him before he could leave. “Here! Don't forget to stay away from public eyes, your mother, and the Sinclairs. Your death was publicly announced by your ex-wife's family the day after you died. So, if any of them see you, it's going to be bad for both of us. If there's trouble, we'll be there.” Kate instructed, then handed him a Lord-customized platinum debit card.

“The pin are the numbers that makes up ‘Lord.’ You can use that to buy yourself some drinks.”

Taking the card, Phil strode out of the study with heavy steps. A knight guard direct him to an already waiting black Royce Rolls, and wasting no time, the driver in it drove him to where he wanted to go.

Tense, Phil asked him to take him to Ball Avenue, a well-known location in the northern part of Labyrinth City where casinos, nightclubs, and bars are frequented. It was a perfect place for men like Phil who had a lot on their minds and wanted to forget them by drinking some alcohol.

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“Wait! Stop here for a sec.” Phil called out to the driver, and he hurriedly halted the car. Phil came out of the car, and the driver's eyes trailed him as he made his way into a thrift shop. He was confused about why he came here, as their initial destination was a bar or a club.

Minutes later he came out, clad in simple $10 clothes, and his driver was appalled by the sight of them. He, however, maintained composure until Phil came back to the car.

“Sir, you really shouldn't have replaced your garments for those. If you didn't like it, we would have certainly got you the one that met your taste,” the driver humbly said, as he simultaneously fixed his eyes on Phil through the gear view and then the road.

“I didn't feel comfortable in them, so I changed into what I felt comfortable in,” Phil, who felt like he could talk to the driver, revealed. Since he was still struggling to accept his new identity, he felt really uncomfortable in those expensive-looking garments. He didn't feel like himself—Phil Lun in them.

The driver chuckled lightly. “Well, you could've said so, and we would have given you something you felt comfortable in. You see, the garments you just exchanged for those clothes were sewn personally by Brent Hubo herself, and its buttons were made of black diamonds, each worth three million dollars each.”

Phil's mouth dropped on hearing. No wonder the lady in the thrift shop looked at him in that manner. She was confused that a limited edition cloth were being exchanged for some simple wears. She thought he was crazy. But he wasn't; he was just oblivious, and now she was 30 million dollars richer. Lucky her.

“I'm so sorry, I didn't know…” Phil apologized, trailing off.

“No, sir, you honestly don't have to apologize to me. It's your garment; you can do whatever you want with it,” the driver bluntly said and slowly parked the car at the entrance of a casino/bar/nightclub, all in one business.

“You wanted to be where you could have some drinks. Here. This is the best place in the city to do that. If the place is too rowdy, we can acquire it, especially for you, and you can have an alone time.” Phil looked up at the neon-glowing skyscrapers-like company that houses the casino, clubs, hotel, cinema and others. This was by far the biggest building he had seen in all his existence, and this driver was casually talking about acquiring it for him. Is this how easy these people could throw money around?

“I'm fine. You can leave, thank you.” Phil nervously said with a broken smile and left the car. Staring behind his shoulder, he could see the driver watching him, and he turned and gestured for him to leave.

“If there is trouble I will be here right here, sire.” The driver declared, and drove away.

Phil made his way to an ATM to get some cash. He was really looking forward to drinking his pain and frustrations away.