The Underrated Son-in-Law is Secretly A Trillionaire

Chapter 5: How To Trillionaire

Jason took a step back. Marriage hadn't ever been on his mind, except it was Layla he walked down the aisle with. 

They had talked about it once. Layla wanted a lavish beach wedding and two girls that would take after her, and Jason had agreed to everything because he had been in love. 

Now, Raymond expected him to marry someone he knew nothing about. A total stranger.

"This isn't fair. I didn't ask for any of this." Jason appeared agitated as he asked. "Why do I have to marry a woman I don't love?" 

Raymond gestured at the settee surrounding a table in his office. They returned back to sitting down as the apprentice packed up his materials. 

"It was a long time ago. Before Maxe existed, Nathaniel Halston saved Master Stormwell's life, and to express his gratitude, he promised him that their families would become one." 

"But his son died."

Raymond bobbed his head. "After the tragedy, everyone forgot about the promise. Nathaniel Halston understood that the master couldn't have children anymore. He told his good friend that he didn't have to worry. Some things were just never meant to be."

Jason placed his fingers in a steeple. His elbows rested on his thighs, and his head lowered in guilt.

"I still can't see myself marrying a stranger."

"Let me finish my story, young master." Raymond urged on in a firm voice, convinced he could convince Jason with words alone. "The broken promise didn't sit well with Master Stormwell. He was a good man, and he always kept to his word. Even though it wasn't up to him anymore, he lived his life uneasy about his unpaid debt."

"Mr. Stormwell shouldn't have. It wasn't his fault."

"No matter the cost, a good and honourable man should always pay his debt, Jason."

He had a feeling Raymond had just casually taught him an important life lesson. To sit on the president's seat, he must be an honourable man.

Jason looked inside himself. He was sceptical about what kind of person he was. Throughout his life, the people he met never considered him a human being because he was lower than them. A low-life scum.

"I am honourable. I've just never had the chance to show it."

"Very well, Master Stormwell chose you to be his successor on his death bed after he learned of your existence. You were the miracle he needed to finally be at ease, and you would marry Julane Halston because you are honourable."

Cornered. The sly old man had him cornered. Jason shook his head, still adamant.

Suddenly, the apprentice cleared his throat and reminded them that they were not alone.

"Sir, here's the price of everything. It is inclusive of transportation and workmanship."

Jason didn't even glance at the receipt the man held. He opened his phone and initiated a transfer, handing it over to the apprentice to fill in his details.

Once he finished, Jason typed his pin and processed the transfer.

Two seconds later, the apprentice almost choked on his spit. His eyes popped like saucers at the credit alert. 

Joy sang in his voice. "600k! Thank you so much, sir! You—You just changed my life. Thank you so much!"

"Do not mention." Jason gave a curt smile.

There was a skip in the apprentice's walk as he removed his materials from the office and left Maxe HQ.

When Jason turned to Raymond, the old man had a knowing smile on his face.

"What is it?" Jason asked after a brief frown.

Raymond chuckled. "You are a natural at how to Trillionaire, young master."

Jason mentally shook his head. 

"Who would have ever thought?" He muttered, thinking of the years he spent in poverty.

"I don't know what's on your mind, but I sure as hell dig calling you my young master." Raymond smiled at Jason. They shared a look as the old man passed him a contact scribbled on a piece of paper. "Now pick up your phone and call your bride."

Instead, Jason sat back in his chair, contemplating. "Does she even know who I am?"

Raymond let down his rejected hand, giving him time.

"Master Stormwell already set up everything before he died. She just doesn't know you are his successor. You are Jason, the man juggling three part-time jobs, in her eyes." The old man saw the displeasure on Jason's face and explained. "He intends to test how sincere her love for you would be without money involved."

"You are indirectly saying she might not be keen on this arranged marriage."

"One year, young master. If you don't love her at the end of that duration, you can file for a divorce and still gain your inheritance."

Jason nodded. "I won't call her now, though. Anything else I should know before I take this next step, Raymond?"

"Here." Raymond took out something from his pocket. "Take this."

Jason read his name on the bank card. He was Jason Stormwell now, and there was no going back.

Raymond said, "Aside from the group's assets, you have a hundred billion dollars pocket money at your disposal."