RISE OF EDEN WEALTH: WEALTH SYSTEM

CHAPTER FIVE: Clinton Mercedes

ALERION CITY. SCVEN AUCTION HOUSE [ONE WEEK LATER]

A blue BMW X7 stopped in front a huge mansion. The chauffeur rushed to the passenger door and opened it. A young man, handsome to a fault, in his late twenties, stepped out from the passenger seat. He was carrying a toddler in his arms.

“Mister Eden, Sir.” The chauffeur said respectfully while giving a low bow. The young man nodded in approval and walked into the mansion. He went straight to the receptionist counter.

“Good evening Sir, and welcome to the Scven Auction House. How may I help you?” The female receptionist said while flashing a smile that seemed more seductive than professional.

“I'm here for the auction, can you get me a room?” The young man said.

“That won't be a problem Sir. We have four categories in store. Low-tier rooms, which cost five thousand. We have mid-tier rooms which cost ten thousand. We have the high-tier rooms which cost twenty-five thousand.” She said.

“You said four.. what about the last one?” The young man asked.

“That would be the VIP rooms, Sir. It's usually reserved for the prominent figures and big families. It cost fifty thousand.” She replied.

“I’dime the VIP room.” The young man brought out his debit card. She took it and ran it through her computer. The transfer was a successful one and she beamed while gesturing to a young lady who seemed to be a hostess and told her to escort the young man to the paid room.

Taking an elevator, they stopped at the top floor, the hostess directed him to the room. It looked more like a suite than a room.

“Thank you.” The young man thanked her. She merely bow and left, closing the door gently behind her.

Glancing around the room, he found a bed, and there he gently laid the toddler. He saw a big screen on the wall, a chair and a mini-microphone beneath the screen.

Plopping down on the soft chair, he couldn't help but think back to all that had happened in the past one week.

BYERS CITY [A WEEK AGO]

After the party, Dean had gone home to the Hallfield family mansion, but it wasn't peace that awaited him.

THWACK!! A slap with crisp sound responded in the living room.

“How dare you!? Do you have any idea what you've done!?” Agnes hollered

“I saved my wife from being used as a pawn.” Dean replied in a firm voice. And this angered his in-laws further. The fact that he could talk back at them rather than pleading on his knees as before, was becoming infuriating.

“Oh my dear boy. I really do not know where you are getting your courage from, but I tell you this, you've bitten more than you can chew.” Johnathan said with flame of rage blazing in his eyes. This had been his shot at getting more recognition in the Hallfield general family. If he had managed to snatch that partnership contract, he might just, no, certainly will be able to gain the favor of his father.. but Dean had destroyed everything.

“Tomorrow, you're getting a divorce, then you are leaving the Hallfield for good. Back to the streets where you belong, like the dog you are!” Agnes shouted, her spittle almost touching Dean.

“Am sorry, but I can't divorce my wife, and I won't.” Dean refused to budge.

At this moment, Agnes was shaking feverishly with rage, her blood pressure was spiking, “GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE YOU UNGRATEFUL WRETCH!!”

“And take that child of yours with you.” Johnathan added.

Dean stood still for a moment, he couldn't find a response. And when he also saw that Loveth wasn't even saying anything to stop her parents, he simply turned around and went upstairs to pack without uttering a word. He could see that the family had unanimously agreed to push him out.. something his mother had once experienced.

Taking only what he could carry, and his daughter. Dean left the mansion without looking back. Boarding a bus at the station, Dean Weatherman was going to leave Byers City.

At the moment the bus left Byers City, he got a notification on his phone. Apparently Loveth has sent him a hundred thousand, along with a text message. He read, “This amount should suffice as compensation and payment for your troubles. I admire your courage, but it was foolish. Goodbye Dean Weatherman.”

Staring at the message, Dean felt betrayed, rage, used, and almost empty. Was this his fate? His mother was used and discarded by his father and the Mercedes family, and now he has suffered the same at the hands of his wife's family. At that moment, the system sent a notification.

«Ding!

Host has received $100,000.

100× reward activated.

Host has now received $10,000,000.»

“Ten million dollars.” Dean muttered. He smiled.. that's right, in his mother's case, she had no help.. but in his case, he has the Wealth System.

“Just you wait, you all will regret this. Every.. single.. one of you.”

Dean had arrived at the Alerion City which was even a level above Byers City in all aspect. He had gone straight to an Estate Agency and bought a villa for ten million. The system's 10× rebate had kicked in and he got a hundred million.

He couldn't believe the irony of it all. The Hallfield had pushed him away simply because they lost a contract worth just half the amount in his bank account. Oh how funny can the gods be.

The next few days, Dean had gotten himself a car; a BMW X7, and a chauffeur, as well as a Nanny to take care of his little daughter. He had also gone to the bank to upgrade his account to the highest tier as the system suggested. He had them inquired from the manager if he could help him get in touch with a reputable Agency where he could purchase a building for his business. The manager had told him about the auction instead.. which was the very reason Dean was now seated in a VIP room in Scven Auction House, to buy a building and begin anew. Dean had also changed his name.. Dean Weatherman is no more.. he was now Eden Wealth, with a current networth of more than a hundred million.

“Ladies and Gentlemen! The auction has begun!”

Dean's attention was brought back to the auction by the hostess’ voice.

“For the first item. An empty land, located at the Bensons. A hundred and fifty acres, 900 plots. Suitable for a great estate. Bidding starts at five million.

“Ten million!”

“Twelve million!”

“Thirteen million!”

The bidding war went on as items came and were sold, but Dean still hadn't found anything of interest, that was until..

“And the last but not least. The item you've all been waiting for. Located at the bustling Richmond's avenue. Sitting on a single acre of land, 6 plots. With all its facilities and amenities intact. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you.. Rosy Silk Restaurant and hotel, a five star establishment. You can either choose to retain the employees or recruit new ones. Bidding starts at twenty million.

“Twenty five million!” Dean spoke for the first time through his microphone.

“Thirty million!” Someone else said. The person had raised the bid by five million just as Dean had. But Dean wasn't about to give up.. why should he?

“Forty million!” Dean countered.

“Forty-five million!” The stranger raised the bid again.

Just as Dean was about to raise the bid, the opponent made a statement that chilled Dean.

“Friend in room 307. This is Clinton Mercedes of the Mercedes family, if you'll be so kind as to let go, I'll treat it as owing you a favor.”

Murmur rose amongst the other people who had also come to the auction. Dean paused. Who didn't know the Mercedes family? A top tier powerful family. He does, and for a different reason. Hate flashed across Dean's eyes for a second, but then he smiled before calmly holding his microphone.

“ONE.. HUNDRED.. MILLION..”