“Oh, please take a seat, son.” Patrick Guidotti urged his grandson after the long heartwarming hug. It still felt surreal to Sixt as he lifted his gaze at the old man, who seemed to be in his late 60s. “Where have you been all my life if you are truly my grandfather?” Sixt asked, drinking the glass of water Mr. Fred handed to him. “You must have heard the reason I was thrown in jail. For killing someone's grandfather. Do you still want me as your grandson?” He never really felt loved. And he didn't hope to get one now. He lost everything and the world already sees him as a poor loser who ruins people's lives. Patrick placed his palm on Sixt's shoulders. “Harold didn't give birth to a murderer.” “You have no idea what happened.” Sixt looked away. “I left no stone unturned in this case. And though they were smart enough to wipe the evidence on who killed him, we know you were falsely accused.” Patrick explained. “But be rest assured that they would be found, and dealt with. Bu

{The meeting has been set, we will be honoured to have him in our boardroom} Mr. Fred smiled as he saw the email. He had made arrangements overnight, according to Mr. Patrick. Mr. Franco's team were quick to give a positive response, and now, everything was set. Minutes later, he informed Sixt, “The meeting has been set, young master. Plus, I kept your identity a secret as you requested.” Sixt nods before booking a cab. Fred cleared his throat, “One of your bodyguards can drive you, sir.” He insisted, snapping his figure, and a tall young man came running. “I can handle this.” Sixt's voice was firm, and Mr. Fred didn't dare question him. He walked in as soon as his car arrived, and the car zoomed off of the premises. Fin Group of companies was situated in the bustling central business district of Monroe City. As soon as Sixt arrived, his eyes fell on the rows of expensive cars parked at the entrance of the company. Majority of them were owned by the board members, and

Everyone in Monroe City worshiped this company's very feet. And the richest billionaire couldn't stand a chance to be an investor or shock holder. One has to be extremely connected, powerful and backed up by great forces to be in this conference room. And acquiring a position as the owner, will make Sixt's plan fall into place. Rumour had it that Mr. Fin had the power of life and death in his hands. The president of the country could barely match up with his wealth, and that's why his position was the most worshipped. The room fell silent for some reason. The two board members and Mr. Fin exchanges eye contact, not saying a word. “By this time in morning, a company below yours might take your position in the stock market. And my offer will be over.” Sixt uttered with a note of finality like he was ready to leave. “We weren't willing to sell the company, Mr. Black. We thought you would be willing to invest.” Mr. Fin uttered. “This is business, Mr. Fin. 40% is a good offer for

“You don’t have to get a cheap one,” she whispered, leaning close. “Pick something better—I brought enough money.” Sixt just smiled. “Trust me.” “How much for this one?” he asked the shop owner. “Free, basically. Just give me fifty bucks for hauling it out.” “Deal.” He handed over the money, and the audience roared again. To them, it was clear—Sixt wasn’t gambling. He was just saving face before losing. The expert, still searching seriously, frowned. Facing off with Sixt now felt beneath him. Still, he remembered Henry’s payment and kept going. Half an hour later, the expert finally selected a stone worth 900,000 dollars. It was massive—about the size of a dining table. The crowd whispered their doubts. That stone was too expensive for what it might contain. But when it was cut open, gasps filled the air. A brilliant green gleamed under the lights—Imperial Green Jade, worth at least five million! Henry threw his head back in laughter. “I hit the jackpot!” With his

“Oh, thank goodness I arrived on time, Mr. Black…” Sixt and the guards turned as they saw a young man rushing forward after getting out of his car. The leader guard noticed it was the head of their team, and gently walked forward. Sixt glared at the man, and saw his name tag at the right corner of his shirt. ‘Daniel’ Daniel bowed his head respectfully, not daring to look up at him, “Forgive my manners, Mr. Black. I was caught in traffic and my phone battery died…” He started in fear. He had gotten Mr. Black's picture from his boss, who told him an esteemed guess will be present today. He couldn't get here on time, but thankfully he passed the message across to his second in command before his battery died on him. “Good lord. There's no excuse for my foolishness, and I apologise, sir." “Good evening, boss.” The leader greeted Daniel. Sixt paused, comparing the name tag in the guard leader and Daniel's shirt. Daniel obviously had a higher position. “Yeah, Amos, let the