RISE OF EDEN WEALTH: WEALTH SYSTEM

CHAPTER SIX: The Accident

Dean walked out of the auction hall with the deed of the restaurant tucked inside his pocket. Just as he was about getting into his car, he saw a young man walking towards him.

“You must be the bidder from 307.” He said.

“And what's it to you?” Dean replied. His tone was dripping with hate. He couldn't control his emotions. Just knowing that the man standing in front of him was from the same family that caused his mother's suffering, Dean was filled with hatred and murderous intent.

“Why that expression? Chill. I'm just here to congratulate you.” Clinton said with a smile.

“I'd be going if I was you, there are a few people who may want to snatch that deed from you.” He chuckled and left.

Dean stood there for a few seconds, then entered his car and placed his daughter in the carrier. He had earned a billion dollars from the system's 10× rebate for spending a hundred million. But he knew he had barely scratched the surface of being on par with any of his enemies. Money alone doesn't make one powerful, it simply makes him a big fat sheep ready for slaughter.

“Mister Eden, Sir. It seems we're being followed.” The chauffeur said. Dean turned and glanced back. Behind them were two cars speeding towards them.

The BMW X7 might be a luxury car, but it wasn't meant for a race or car chase. Those cars behind will catch up to them, but Dean knew nothing good will come out of it if they do.

“Do whatever you can to lose them.” Dean said in an authoritative voice. He then glanced at the carrier where his daughter was still fast asleep. Even if it's not for him, but for his daughter, they need to get to safety.

“Yes Sir.” The chauffeur replied.

VROOM!! The BMW X7 sped up, but it did little to help.

“They're getting closer!” The chauffeur shouted in panic as he floored the acceleration pedal, attempting to keep our of reach, but just then..

BAMM!! The car flew in the air for a few feet before landing with a crash on its tires.

“Jim?.. Jim?” Dean struggled and crawled out of the car while also calling for the chauffeur. He looked around and saw that the pursuers had already sped off, perhaps thinking them dead.

Dean suddenly remembered his daughter. He went back in and thankfully the carrier net held. The little girl seemed to be uninjured. He brought her out and thankfully she was still breathing. The sedative the nanny had given little Mitchell really worked wonders, as even with all the commotion, the baby was still asleep, and even with a smile on her face?

Dean remembered that Jim didn't answer when he called out to him, so he rushed to the driver's side. He could see Jim the chauffeur’s bleeding head resting on the steering wheel, his eyes were open and full of fear. Dean knew at once he was dead. He immediately took out his phone and called for help. In half an hour, an ambulance made its way to them. Only then did Dean see that his had actually been hit by a truck, and it seems the truck driver fled.

‘Talk about death and reincarnation by truck-kun..’ Dean smiled as he thought about a w******l he had once read.

*

Ting!

Ting!

Ting!

The sound of beeping machine woke Dean from his unconscious state. He could feel the soft bed in which he lay. Just then, a nurse walked in.

“You're awake Sir, I'll get the doctor.” The nurse said.

“My daughter? Where is my daughter?” Dean asked anxiously.

“She's fine Sir, I will go get the doctor now.” She then walked out. A minute later, a middle-aged man dressed in white overalls walked in. “It's nice to see you finally awake Mister Eden.” He said with a smile.

“How's my daughter?” Dean asked him.

“Don't worry Mister Eden, your daughter's safe and not in any danger whatsoever, surprisingly there was not a single scratch on her body.” He said with a smile, but then the smile turned to a sad look, “But am sorry, your other companion didn't make it. He was already dead before he could be brought to the hospital.”

Dean stared at the doctor for a few seconds, “I don't want the police involved in this. Get me the discharge papers. I'll pay the bills.” Dean said in a firm tone.

“Discharge? We still need to monitor your vitals, and not involving the police is against our…” the doctor began but Dean cut him off.

“Doctor, I don't want the police involved in this. It's a private matter.” Dean said. The doctor seemed to have grasped the weight of the issue and gave a simple nod.

“I will get the discharge papers ready.” He said and left.

Dean's brows creased into a hateful frown. Of course he knew exactly who was behind this, but sadly he can't go seeking revenge.. not yet.

The Mercedes family is a big and powerful one, they have many figures of authority in their pockets. Dean isn't even at the level of the Hallfield in terms of power yet, it'll be a pipe dream to go chasing after the Mercedes.

“In the end, money doesn't solve everything, it only creates opportunities. I have to get stronger.” His mind flashed to the smirk of that young man and hate flared up in his heart, “Clinton, was it? I will get you for this.”

*

Dean opened the door to his villa. The nanny was already gone for the night. Dean had made arrangements for Jim's funeral and also for his car to be towed to the nearest mechanic.

After taking a shower to clear his head. Dean took out his phone, he checked the time and saw it was 6am. He then dialed a number, and after a few rings, the other side picked up.

“Mister Eden, how may I help you?” A gruffy male voice spoke from the other side.

“You once told me your company also handled private security, right?” Dean said in a serious tone.

“Yes Sir. We got normal security detail, we also got ex cops and ex spec-ops.” The other side replied.

“Which of them will pull the trigger at whomever I point without questions asked.”

Dean said. For half a minute, there was silence, and then the other side spoke, there was no gruff or sign of sleepiness associated with the voice, “Mister Eden, I think we should meet in person, I have just the group you desire.”

Dean smiled, “Good, I'll be at your office in an hour.”