The return of mighty-E and the trillionaire system.

mighty-E, the driver

Chapter 4 After two weeks

The news and social media are abuzz with talk of the mighty-E, an unknown trillionaire who has built the most expensive house and company in just five days. With a lot of labor and workmanship, he pays his workers generously, becoming the first man in history to pay high wages for his workers.

The mighty-E, the only trillionaire in the country, is in ragged clothes that are beyond imagination - dirty and rough.

He stares at the sign in front of the gate: "Driver Needed." His quest for revenge commences; catching them off guard is the initial step.

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Mr. Desmond scoffs, while the others laugh. "You want to become my driver?" Mr. Desmond seeks confirmation.

With determination, Ethan responds, "Yes, sir, please. I need to survive."

"Get your face out of here!" Mrs. Desmond snaps at him.

Mr. Desmond raises his hand. "Alright... I admire your mindset."

 "Dad, are you really hiring him?" Ariana questions.

"He deserves a chance at life," Mr. Desmond asserts.

"Yes, since he once helped us, let's return the favor," Nick chimes in.

"Max, what's your opinion? We can't allow this," Ariana complains.

"Let's show him some mercy," Max suggests.

"It's not just mercy; it's a form of mockery, which is enough," Ariana retorts.

"Ariana, please, have mercy on me. I need to survive," Ethan pleads, A born actor.

 "You foolish soul," she hisses, storming out of the room.

"Alright, I'll give in," Mr. Desmond begins, "but I won't pay you. You'll live under my roof, perform necessary tasks, and eat."

Ethan nods eagerly, saying, "Yes, yes, I agree. Thank you very much."

"Alright, you know where you'll sleep. Go there," Mr. Desmond commands. Ethan stands up.

 "And take a shower. Your odor is suffocating," Nick teases.

Ethan nods, heading to where the previous house help used to stay.

The room  has a single bed, small desk, and modest storage options.

 "I can't believe this is where I'll be living," he grumbles, then flops onto the small bed.

"Ethan!" Mrs. Desmond calls out, and he rushes over.

"What? You haven't showered yet?" she scolds.

 "I was just about to...".

"About to what? If this is how you'll act, you might as well leave now."

"I just walked in," he replies.

 She stands up and moves closer to him, anger in her eyes.

"How dare you talk back to me!" He tries to speak but is silenced by a hot slap.

 "Shut up!" she yells as the family gathers around.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Nick asks.

 "You can't believe this trash bag snapped at me."

They all stare at him.

"I knew this would happen," Ariana sighs, leaving the scene.

Mr. Desmond gives him a cold stare.

"I thought you were desperate, but it seems you still have some pride left. Now get out."

 He kneels, regretting his actions.

"I am sorry, I lost myself for a moment, I shouldn't have argued," he mutters, giving himself a self-inflicted slap.

"Any more foolishness, and I won't hesitate to throw you out,"

Mr. Desmond warns.

He nods fervently. "Okay, sir."

The car keys are tossed to him. "Get ready, wash the car," Mr. Desmond prompts.

"But I called him first to do the dishes," Mrs. Desmond interjects.

"I will do that," Ariana offers, coming back into the room.

 "No, I want him to do it," Mrs. Desmond insists.

"But I've been the one doing the dishes, Mom."

 "I want him to do it," she affirms.

"Okay, I'll do it. I'll do everything you've instructed," he stands up and heads to the kitchen to wash the plates.

After a few minutes, he moves on to wash the car.

Mr. Desmond finds him there. "So, you're still washing it." He stops himself from speaking out of turn and simply says, "I'm sorry."

 "You better be. Hurry up," Mr. Desmond says sternly.

They arrive at the company, and Ethan follows him in. Gossips about him circulate in whispers.

 "He's the new driver."

 "What a lowlife."

 "He deserved it. He was such a jerk when he was rich." He raises his chin, silently aware of their misperceptions.

"Wait, it's you!" a man exclaims. It is the pendant store owner, ready to confront him.

 Mr. Desmond observes the interaction.

"You, the one who bought the expensive pendant," he accuses.

"That was then," he mumbles.

"You...you," he stammers.

 "You know, his parents died, and it turns out they weren't his real parents. He got thrown out and ended up penniless," Mr. Desmond intervenes mockingly.

"Oh, but..."

 they leave him before he can finish his sentence.

 "Stay outside, and don't go far," Mr. Desmond instructs. He bows as Mr. Desmond enters the elevator.

Taking a deep breath, he appreciates the fresh air.

Suddenly, the robotic voice speaks, {New mission. Level: easy. Reward: two hundred billion}.

"Oh! I can't wait to spend money to make more money! Let's hear it," Ethan exclaims, eagerly awaiting the details of the mission.

 "Mr. Desmond is being targeted by a man dressed in a grey old suit and blue jeans. He wants to kill him, and you have to stop him," the mission prompt states.

Ethan frowns. He has never received a mission like this before, and he wonders why it involves Mr. Desmond.

"Why would someone want to kill him?" he inquires.

The response is simple, {He deserved it}.

"Then why must I stop him?" Ethan questions further, seeking clarification. There is no response.

He scans his surroundings, searching for the man. No one is in sight. Impatience grows within him until finally, the man appears. Just by his appearance, Ethan finds him suspicious.

"Hey, man," he calls out. The man glances at him briefly before ignoring him.

 "I know what you're planning," Ethan asserts. The man stares at him in disbelief.

"Yes, I know. You have to stop. He may deserve it, but stopping will prevent you from going to prison."

The man's voice rises as he retorts, "Yes, I want to go to prison! I will kill that bastard."

 Ethan presses on, asking, "Then what will you gain? You'll spend your life in regret. Think about your child." He continues, even though his words feel somewhat disconnected.

Tears well up in the man's eyes as he breaks down, admitting, "My son's birthday is tonight."

Ethan senses there is more to this situation, and he begins to suspect that the system's mission has a deeper purpose.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing there?" Mr. Desmond's voice interrupts.

 "We'll see about this later," Ethan replies before leaving.

"What the hell are you doing there? You should never, ever leave the car's sight," Mr. Desmond scolds.

The words are laced with an indirect message, implying that the car holds more value than him.