Ultimately Rich Commoner: Path To Supremacy

Chapter 3 Unexpected trillionaire!

Warren has no friends in the whole of Cleveland that was because they are higher than him in the social pyramid, no one would dare mock him in such a manner to the extent of driving an exotic car to the middle of the road.

The man crawled closer to him, "Young master Warren hit me as you like, I failed to protect you." The man repeated, four men rushed behind him and fell to their knees behind him.

His orifices dilate at the grandiloquent car, despite his poor status, he has high taste, Mercedes is one of the brands that will keep you hooked to Warren he was determined to get rich but in a day! That is scary!

This is just a dream! He thought.

Although he finds everything too fantasy to believe he clears his throat. "Who are you? even at the brink of death, you are mocking me."

"No! Young master Warren." The man raised his head. The headlight from the car reflected on the man's features. The first beam revealed the man's wrinkled line,

Warren squints his eyes, "you! I know you."

The man shook his head excitedly. "Yes, young master Warren, I'm glad you remember, it's me." The man continued. "We failed to protect you, are you still mad at me?"

"Are you threatening me? Insulting me? Is this part of your sinister plan?" Warren thought the man would be offended by that and reveal his true colour.

The man lowered his head to the floor. "How dare me? I'm a lowly life compared to you, please spare me."

Warren is still shocked. "Have you forgotten so soon? Fifteen years ago,"

Warren could vividly remember every event from fifteen years ago, he was already nine years old when his parents tragically died through a plague that broke out during their visit to Portweid.

"What happened to you, how did you survive?"

Warren clenched his hand by his side, grinding his teeth tightly together at this moment, the billionaire man suddenly noticed Warren's fist clenching by his side. "I don't mean to offend you, young master. Please forgive me, I thought it would be easy to explain everything that happened. It was our fault we got the wrong information then your parents went blindly to Portwaid Island for your birthday."

Warren couldn't control the tears that rolled down his cheeks, the event from that night had left him traumatised, it took him years to forge through, begging on the street with no home, no identity, and the only thing he had was his name and when he found Kaylani that felt like home although he doesn't celebrate his birthday he made sure he celebrated Kaylani birthday for her.

"From that night we did an autopsy for your parents, it was not your fault. Don't blame yourself Warren, it wasn't the plague as announced by the media, we wanted to keep it low which was selfish. We made it like that so that whatever killed your parents won't go after you. I'm glad you're alive."

"What are you talking about!" He saw his parents infected with the plague and everyone died except for him, since then he had always thought he was cursed. If the people around him called him the fallen lord of Atlantis then he was cursed by Poseidon, but the reoccurrence from that night laced with his identity hits different.

"They were poisoned, the whole suite was poisoned."

Warren stated to the man before him, his mind reeled faster to that night and could remember meeting him every day for lessons, as a ten-year-old child who has been traumatized Warren is taking time to remember what his past looked like.

"There was a man who came to Father that night insisting he sign the document with him. He looked scary and father feared him." How come it's today he's having a real flag of everything vividly? It's phenomenal connecting with people who share the same pain and interest as you.

Warren felt broken, he saw all that yet he hid in the locker while his father was struggling with his last breath.

"Yes Warren, that is why we're here, your father owns 50% of the business in the whole of Cleveland, the Welsh was growing and expanding more than usual. That is why everyone wanted him dead, all that has ended. Warren Donald, you're like a God to us everything your father worked hard for has come to you tenfold with a trillion dollar worth of assets."

Warren is still not convinced, the shock running through his veins like he's been feeding on them. His mouth is wide open at the huge money. If he knew just how many years his life he would work as a poor man his whole generation cannot afford such net worth only for him to inherit it? Jokes!

'Kill me already.'

He heaved a soft sigh. "What do you want from me?"

"Take your time Lord Warren, you're our young master, here is the sum of seven hundred million, keep it as your pocket money, everything you have been through is my fault. All I ask for is forgiveness and for you to take your place."

Warren couldn't believe his parents were this rich, so he asked for his parent's autopsies instead. "Yes, I cannot blame you, you've worked hard these years to keep the company in shape. Good job. Hand me the autopsy."

Warren shook his head. "I don't want to take the card, take it away. I don't want anyone to come after me."

"The company has a head office that no one dared to exercise the seat, it's the highest seat, Lord of Welsh, we would not dare do such a thing since you have decided to stay low profile. It's your pocket money, it's just a token for your daily spending."

Warren can't believe everything, just earlier he steps from Baritone Resort asking for a hundred dollars for his medical treatment.

"How much is in the card?"

"Seven hundred million dollars, Young master warren." Warren was shocked again, he thought he heard Harlan wrong earlier, his repeating hits his sixth sense, his mouth wide open but then the grief of his parents weighed down on his shoulder.

"And you will do as I tell you? Anything?"

"Anything young master Warren even if it means cutting my limb off just to please you."

"Fine," Warren said coldly. "You left my father to die and my mother to choke in the house without a backup, you will pay with your life!" Warren said coldly collecting the autopsy report from the security. "Lift him to his feet." He commanded the bodyguard.

"What are you waiting for! the master has commanded."

The bodyguard quickly grabbed the man lying flat on the ground and stood up, they now answer to Warren, Lord of Welsh.

"If that is what you want, young master Warren. I shall gladly give my life to make up for my crime."