LAPDOG HUSBAND IS A TRILLIONAIRE HEIR

CHAPTER 2

The leather seat cradled Yemin as the Rolls-Royce glided through the evening traffic. His phone buzzed – Samuel Lee, CEO of the Ravol Company Group.

"Chairman Ravol," Marcus's voice carried a note of concern. "I've just been informed about the... situation with Mrs. Ravollor. Should I cancel the collaboration with her company?"

"No need. Just let it proceed as planned." 

As the call ended, he leaned back, closing his eyes. The city lights outside blurred, and suddenly he was thirteen years younger, lying in a filthy alley, the metallic taste of blood in his mouth.

He could still feel the boot prints on his ribs from where the thugs had kicked him. The Ravol family’s golden boy, reduced to street garbage after the power struggle that had torn his family apart. He'd left with nothing but his mother's matching rings – ancient family heirlooms that even in his darkest moments, he couldn't bear to sell.

The pain had been excruciating that night. As his vision faded, he encountered a kind stranger who offered help when he needed it most.

She'd shared what little food she had and tended to his wounds. In gratitude, he'd given her one of his mother's rings despite her protests, watching her accept it before losing consciousness.

When he'd awakened, she was gone, but someone else was there – an elderly man in an immaculate suit, watching him with eyes that seemed to contain entire universes.

"You have a choice, young Ravol," the man had said. "Die here in this alley, or learn to rule from the shadows."

The next five years had transformed him. The Old Man of the Mountain, as his allies called him, taught Yemin everything – how to build invisible empires, how to make world leaders dance to his tune, how to control global markets with the lightest touch. By thirty, Yemin controlled more wealth than the Ravol family had ever dreamed of.

But even with all the money and power he had, there was one thing Yemin could never forget: his parents’ death.

He was sure it wasn’t an accident. No way.

 Over the years, he’d stayed out of the spotlight, keeping a low profile. Hardly anyone knew what he really looked like.

 He wanted the people behind that “accident” to think he was dead, too. Meanwhile, he had his guys working behind the scenes, digging for the truth.

 And when he finally found out who was responsible? Oh, they were gonna pay. Big time.

But there was something else he couldn’t let go of—the little girl who’d saved him years ago.

She’d stuck in his mind, like a piece of his past he couldn’t shake.

 He’d spent years looking for her, hoping to find her again. Then, three years ago, his team finally tracked her down through that ring he left to her.

That little girl was Katherine.

Back then, Katherine was just a regular person, working a normal job, trying to get by. But to Yemin, she was everything.

He didn’t think twice—he dropped everything to be near her. He used his connections to help her start her own company, quietly making sure she had everything she needed to succeed.

 He didn’t want her to know it was him, though. He just wanted to watch over her, to keep her safe. It was his way of paying her back for what she’d done for him.

For Yemin, Katherine wasn’t just a memory. She was the one good thing he held onto, the reason he kept going, even when things got dark.

But now, everything had changed.

He felt the divorce papers in his pocket. 

The girl who'd saved him in that alley was gone, consumed by ambition and pride. Yet he couldn't bring himself to destroy what he'd built for her. It was just a token of repaying her debt. 

Yemin’s phone buzzed again.

"Boss, there's something else..." Marcus's tone shifted, becoming more careful. " Marcus Chen from the Chamber of Commerce – has just contacted us with some urgent information."

Yemin adjusted his cufflink. "Go on."

"It's about your mother's death, sir. He's found something."

The evening traffic crawled past outside, but Yemin barely noticed it now. His mother's case – after all these years of searching...

"He's made a reservation at the Crystal Palace," Marcus continued. "The entire top floor. He insists on reporting his findings in person."

"When?"

"Tonight, sir. He's already there, waiting."

Yemin had planned to head straight back to the office, his mind occupied with Ravol Company's acquisition details. But now...

"Tell him I'm on my way." His voice had gained an edge of intensity that made Marcus fall silent for a moment.

"Of course, Chairman.”

After ending the call, Yemin's thoughts drifted to his mother's ring, still sitting in the penthouse drawer. 

With everything happening so quickly, he'd almost forgotten about it. Now that the ring was with Katherine, this last remaining piece of his mother's legacy felt more precious than ever. 

He'd have to retrieve it after the dinner. At least this one wouldn't be lost to him as well.