The Underrated Son-in-Law is Secretly A Trillionaire

Chapter 4: The Inheritance Game

There was that name again. Jason didn't know the Stormwells. He didn't think he was related to them, but this old man with silver hair and full silver beards believed he was the one.

"It was a hassle to get up here."

The old man laughed, crinkling the corner of his eyes. "These days, things skip my mind a lot, important things even. I'm getting too old to continue with this."

"No problem, sir."

"I beg you, young master, call me Raymond."

"Alright, Raymond." Jason grinned, feeling good inside him. "Are you out of battery, though?"

The old man rushed for his phone in his pocket. He took it out and saw he had forgotten to charge it.

"Ah! See what I meant." He tapped his head, still laughing. "My old brain keeps getting me into trouble. Forgive me, young master."

Jason could get used to the name, but he still had a feeling Raymond had the wrong relative.

"No harm done, Raymond, but there are a lot of interesting things in Maxe, including its employees."

"Yes, yes. Interesting, indeed."

Raymond stretched out his hand, gesturing at the woman who still knelt down on the floor. 

"Bella, pour young master Jason a cup of tea. He must be parched."

Bella saw how respectful the general manager treated the man she had called a thief. She trembled with fear, leaving her head lowered.

"Yes, sir. I...I am...honoured to serve you, young master."

Bella walked away after Jason and Raymond entered the office.

The old man didn't beat around the bush. He took out a set of documents and laid them on the table before Jason.

"Master Stormwell's last wishes. Here, read it." He handed Jason the bound will of the deceased trillionaire. "You can see where he spoke about you, young master. Your late mother was his wife's cousin. There's no one he has to take up his family name, except you."

"I am his only living relative. Mr. Stormwell had no children?"

Raymond shook his head wistfully. "He did, but the boy died in a plane crash with his wife years back. A crash that also rendered the Master incapable of bearing children again. He had barely survived it. 

"All of this is yours, though. Master Stormwell had chains of businesses across the globe, all worth tens of trillions."

Jason was in awe. Raymond brought forward more files, where the Stormwell assets had been listed. He couldn’t close his mouth. So much money, now all his. 

"This has to be a dream."

Raymond chuckled. "The hundred million wired into your account yesterday was just for you to buy yourself a nice suit for our meeting."

"Wait, that's not my inheritance?" Jason frowned in awe and confusion.

"This is your inheritance." He lifted his arms, spread apart in reference to Maxe Group. "You are a trillionaire now, young master Jason."

Jason's eyes bulged at the papers. Raymond had stunned him into silence. He wouldn’t have to hustle three jobs any longer. 

"I'm rich!"

"Statistically the richest man on the continent, but let me not overwhelm you, young master."

Bella knocked on the door. Raymond let her in. She came in with a bowed head, pouring Jason a cup of tea while still trembling.

"I heard you caught a thief on the ground floor."

Startled, Bella spilled the tea on the table. It didn't splash on him, but Jason had hoped it would.

As she cleaned the mess in a haste, she grovelled, now on the brink of tears. "Forgive me, young master! It was stupid of me to ruin your table."

"Look at this fool. If you do not know how to pour tea, then why are you working here. Get out of my office!" Raymond scolded his secretary in anger, and she scurried away, sobbing. He added. "Are you hurt, young master?"

"No, but interesting employees." Jason shrugged.

"They are a clumsy handful, I must admit. A few changes are overdue."

"Maybe." Jason stared at the damp spot on the desk where the tea had spilled. "I would love to visit Mr. Stormwell at the cemetery before anything else."

"We can do that right now!" Raymond said with enthusiasm. He stood behind his desk and punched the buttons on the landline. "Bella, come back here for a second."

"What is your suit size, young master?" He finished the call and asked.

Jason went blank, so he blurted. "Size 42."

Bella returned to the room, avoiding Jason's eyes again. She stood before the general manager's desk as he ordered her.

"Call Maxe's tailor shop in the city. Tell them the young master wants a long, size 42 suit. Have them deliver options within the next hour."

Bella took her orders well. Within the next hour, the deliveries arrived at the company. They were sent upstairs with a Maxe apprentice, holding the tailor shop's rail hanger and a foldable changing stall.

After he had made a choice that suited him, Jason asked Bella to help him with his red tie. She couldn’t even lock the knot. Her hands trembled like a patient with parkinson.

"Why are you afraid of me, Bella?"

Bella stiffened. "I'm not afraid of you, young master."

"I hate liars.  "

The secretary dropped to her knees for the second time today, trembling and fearing for her life. Her tears were back in full force.

"Forgive me, young master. Forgive me."

"Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong, Bella?" Jason mock frowned, feigning ignorance. He placed a firm hand on her shoulder blade. "You know, that was just my honest opinion about liars."

"I beg you." She rubbed her palms together, still sobbing. "Please forgive my wrongdoing."

"What wrongdoing? Do you mean spilling my tea? Oh! But that didn't offend me, Bella. You are free to leave."

Bella stood on wobby legs and left Raymond's office. She feared greatly for her job.

As much as Jason enjoyed toying with Raymond's secretary, his attention transferred to the navy blue three-piece on his body. The apprentice knotted his tie for him because he didn't know how to work a suit. He didn't know a thing about them.

He gave himself a once-over.

"I look so out of place, Raymond."

"You look dashing, young master."

Jason huffed a laugh. "It's my first time wearing one."

"There are plenty of reasons for you to wear one now. Like a wedding, for instance. In fact, there's one coming up real soon."

"Whose wedding?"

"Yours." Raymond had hesitated before he responded.

Jason's smile fell. Shock registered on his face as he turned to the silver-haired old man, dumbfounded.

"I don't recall coming here with a bride."

"Young master." Raymond began, arms clasped in front of him. "To claim your inheritance, Master Stormwell has left you one condition. Marriage."