Lucas stared at his phone with disbelief, finding it challenging to believe the text on his phone; he thought it was a prank someone was trying to pull on him.“If this is a prank, whoever is doing it had better stop,” Lucas said in thought. And just then, while in this state of thought he was in, his phone buzzed with another text message flashing across his screen below the first one that had displayed earlier. [Credit alert: 20,000 dollars deposited.] Current balance. 20,001]Lucas blinked again. At first, he didn't believe the lottery-winning message that was displayed on his screen, but the second message convinced him that the money credited to his account was genuine. The first thing that rang into Lucas' mind was to go deposit the five thousand dollars at the hospital for his daughter's life to be saved.“I have to go now; Amanda's life is at risk.”Lucas stood up from the ground, then dashed out the door. He ran like a madman on the tile road before he finally got a truck

Over the years he had thought that his son must have died. But seeing the mark on Lucas' chest, a new knowing sensation swept over him that Lucas could be his missing son.“That birthmark! It looks exactly like the one my four-year-old son has on his chest,” Derick mumbled inwardly.Lucas was startled as to why Derick suddenly went blank just by staring at his chest. Lucas got nervous, then drew his shirt and covered the birthmark. Derick then raises his gaze. “What's your name again?” “My name is Lucas. I said that to you not quite long ago,” Lucas replied. “The mark on your chest, how did you get it?” Derick asked.Though Lucas didn't have an answer for that, or perhaps he doesn't know how to explain. Lucas grew up in a poor home. And his father was an asshole, always treating him like a nobody. It was later, when Lucas was twenty years old, that his mother told him that she wasn't his biological mother, that she had seen him by the riverside, floating on a broken wooden board,

Over the years, Derick suffered from chronic cancer. It had gotten so severe that they couldn't subdue the fast effect and damage caused by it with drugs. Plenty of doctors and specialists had tried to resolve the issue, but they couldn't. The doctors predicted that Derick would die in a few months, and that was the reason he had doubled the lottery to 2 billion dollars. But he had never expected that the choice he made was what would reunite him with his lost son. “What do you mean that we can't save him? If we try, we could have a shot. Please, let's take him to the hospital,” Lucas said, with a racing heart. “His condition is severe, and as you can see, he's already dead,” the man said, then gently knelt before Lucas, his head lowered to a bow. “Now that you are the sworn owner of the entire Golden Hue organization, I would like to lay my respect before you, young Master Lucas. I'm James, the family butler, and your father has told me to be sincere and guide you through every si

Lucas sighed deeply, then shifted his gaze to James. “No, James, my main focus is not with them. I can't let the sins of Clara affect those who are innocent, but if that's necessary, then I have no choice. But for now, my focus is on Clara.” Some moments later, they arrive at Derick Storm's private mansion. James treated the injuries Lucas sustained from the previous attack. Thereafter, he showed him other things his father had, things that Lucas never expected. “These are the papers, young master Lucas. Your father owns the Maltino Five Stars Hotel, the jet engine manufacturing company named the Sky Age, the Superno Wine Manufacturing Company, and a lot more. You can see them in the papers.”Lucas was dumbfounded as he stared at the possession his father owned. He didn't know that his father would have so much; the thing James showed him earlier was just a small part of his possessions. “This is impressive; I didn't know he had many other possessions,” Lucas mumbled.James chuckle

After saying this, Jordan ran like a madman out of his office to the meeting room where the billionaire businessmen were having conversation with the CEO. But on reaching the door, Jordan was immediately stopped at the entrance. “Sorry, sir, but we can't let you in. This order is given directly from the CEO himself.” The security guards at the door bluntly refused.“Let me in, you bastard. Did you forget I am the manager of this company? I will get you guys fired after this.” Jordan struggled to get in but was pushed back. “Sorry, sir, but the orders can't be neglected, and we have to stick to the CEO's words,” one of the security replied, the one at the left. “Are you trying to fool me here? I'm the manager of this company, the Golden Hue, to be specific, appointed by Derick Storm, the CEO. How on earth will you refuse my entrance to the meeting room, you two silly fools?” The two guards shook their heads before the other one replied. “If the current CEO had passed these direct