DEVIN STONE: Rise of the Billionaire Magnate

CHAPTER THREE

The energy spread rapidly across Devin's entire body, and with a charging cry, Devin pushed the man off him while a shockwave of blue energy exploded. 

The others gasped in shock when they saw that the wounds on Devin's body were healing! And the low guttural growl that escaped Devin's lips made their knees buckle.

What the fucking hell! In an instant, everyone started to flee. The person left behind went weak all over, dropped to his knees with a thud, and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy from Devin. 

But Devin just stepped past him and walked towards the door with firm steps. 

Before leaving, Devin looked back. He took a deep breath, there was nothing left for him there anymore. 

And now, Devin had to start all over.

He trudged along the street, a sudden gust of wind shifted his attention.

Overhead, three S- grade military helicopters hovered. One of them, the most decorated, shone its light directly on Devin.

Devin squinted his eyes to avoid the excessive light as traffic suddenly developed. One of the helicopters landed right there on the streets!

Cars pulled over, pedestrians stopped, and everyone took out their phones to record the mysterious event. A second helicopter landed as well, and six tough-looking men dressed in black suits stepped down, approaching Devin.

Finally, the third helicopter, the grandest, landed. Devin watched closely as a beautiful lady stepped down from the helicopter, wearing a silver dress, black heels, and neatly braided hair.

“Isn’t that Yvonne Hall?” Devin heard someone gasp.

“Of course! She's the richest Tycoon in the city. What is she doing here?” Another person whispered as well.

Devin watched closely as Yvonne approached him with a gentle smile on her face.

Suddenly, she fell on her knees before him and bowed her head. People gasped and murmured as they recorded the shocking scene.

“Young master. Our master requests your audience,” Yvonne's serene voice stated.

And all eyes fell on Devin.

“Who is he?”

“Even Yvonne Hall kneels before him!” 

Multiple murmurs erupted.

“You have the wrong person,” Devin gently stated. It couldn't be him. 

His mother raised him alone in poverty, and he's never known anyone of affluence. 

Yvonne stood on her feet and gazed at him, comforting herself before him.

“You're Devin Stone, the son of Grace Stone. We did not make any mistake, young master. Please, come with us,” she said to him in an almost hushed voice.

Seeing as he was outnumbered, Devin sighed and followed her while she headed to the helicopter. He was curious to know more about the situation.

And apparently, so were the people who witnessed the event, for while the helicopters departed, YouTube was filled with images and videos of a “mysterious billionaire magnate” who had even Yvonne Hall on her knees!

“Where are we going?” Devin asked Yvonne while they departed.

“Home,” she replied with a smile.

The helicopter flew toward the Eastern part of the city where the richest folks of all lived. Devin watched as the helicopter flew past the biggest buildings he knew in the city- the five-star hotels and expensive restaurants- and suddenly, they weren't so big anymore.

And more than once, he caught Yvonne shooting glances at him. Whenever he looked at her, Yvonne would quickly look away as her cheeks flushed.

Underneath the ragged hair and the worn-out clothes, Yvonne could see that Devin was a 6’3 foot super attractive guy who could easily pass for 'Sexiest Man of the Year!’

“He must have a lot of women falling for him,” Yvonne thought to herself.

The helicopter ascended to the ‘Le Grande’ pinnacle villa in an ultra-exclusive district—where only the top 20 elites, judged by wealth and power, resided. Height equals status here. 

Devin's lips parted a bit while he took in the magnificent view. Not even the governor of the city could come to the district without invitation. It was so grand that common folks nicknamed it the ‘Heaven for the rich.’

The helicopters landed in an open green field inside a compound that looked like a god crafted it. As soon as Devin stepped down, a legion of attendants rushed to greet him. 

Devin was taken aback by this.

At the forefront stood Henry Blake, the richest man in the Nation. Yvonne led Devin to Henry, who shook Devin's hand.

“It's an honor to finally meet you face to face young master. You have your mother's eyes,” he commented while Devin nodded, unsure of how to respond.

“He's expecting the young master. Hurry now,” Henry said to Yvonne who nodded and led Devin inside the Victorian building.

Inside, Devin spotted other figures in black.

 They were all Forbes-listed magnates. Their eyes fell on him and hushed whispers followed.

Just then, an aide wheeled forward an elderly man in a wheelchair. Devin settled his eyes on the man who looked strangely familiar.

The crowd bowed in unison and thunderously chanted: “Hail the Master!”

The elderly man settled his keen eyes on Devin, and when they suddenly warmed with tears, Devin frowned in surprise.

What was going on?