Rex Lathwyn's Conquest

Chapter 7: Rex returns

Chapter 7: Rex returns...

"So, let me get this straight..." Oliver said, leaning back in his seat while swirling the red wine in his glass. "You're telling me that someone set you up and framed you for a crime you didn't commit?"

Right now they're in Oliver's private jet, heading back towards the family's headquarters located in Greenwood Country.

"No, not just a rich scion. He is a playboy. You know he took my wife, made me a laughing stock and sighed, he is such a scumbag."

"Pfft, that guy is a joke. He's a disgrace to the Playboy way of life association. We're about class, wealth and young unmarried ladies, not about destroying families." Oliver scoffed, running his fingers through his hair with exaggerated nonchalance.

"Let's forget about him. So when will the competition be held?" Rex changed the topic, he never felt comfortable remembering Silvia. At the thought of her, he always remembered her sharp piercing words.

Hearing those questions Oliver's countenance changed to a stern and with a serious tone he let out, "Sigh, well what I'm bout to say might hurt you but don't yell at me. It was the suggestions of the family elders." With those words, he gulped down the leftover wine in the cup before continuing, "We all waited for you yesterday but since you didn't show up we couldn't delay as customs demanded. Everyone has to choose their missions leaving only one and that last one is kinda hard, trust me, Rex. I don't think you have a chance of fulfilling it."

Oliver's words hung in the air for a moment, before being met with the soft chuckle of Rex. Rex's relaxed demeanour seemed to throw Oliver off guard, as he was clearly expecting some kind of excited reaction. Instead, Rex simply replied, "So, what's the mission and what was left for me?"

"It's simple. Revive any death company and the first whose company can earn up to 300 billion dollars is the sole winner. I got to choose the entertainment company, Philip chose to invest in different estates, and Alexander chose a company that does international trades something I didn't even know. Oh, we were only ten. The last company left now is Red Big Bull military company. It was once one of the best companies which manufacture weapons and so on but then, some unknown enemies stole a lot of our top blueprints leaving us out of business as most countries or organizations terminated their cooperation with us. To me you will face enemies, your life will be threatened and even your loved ones too. I'm sure a lot of spies are gonna be in your company and it will be hard to wipe them all out."

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Rex couldn't help but sigh, _Success only finds those who work hard. Impossible is just an opinion and besides who am I? Tyrannical Tyrant Rex!_

With a sharp smirk, he replied to Oliver. But Oliver who was expecting Rex to chickened out was in for a shock.

"I will take it. I will wipe out all the spies, destroy those who sought for the blueprints and even recover the previous missing ones. Plus I will make the name of my company resounds throughout Greenwood Country and even beyond!" His voice was low and intense, filled with strong conviction that Oliver found amazing.

"Now that's the Tyrant speaking!" Oliver let out a sigh as he chuckled happily, next he poured some wine into two cups and passed one to Rex.

"To our brilliant future, full of cash, ladies, and never-ending nights of fun!" He exclaimed as he downed his glass of wine. Rex looked on, dumbfounded, as he watched his cousin bask in the glory of his own upcoming wealth and success.

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A Bugatti Chiron sped and suddenly came to a halt on a street with a signboard 'LATHWYN'S STREET.' on it.

"A sleek, high-performance Bugatti Chiron came to an abrupt stop on a thoroughfare bearing a placard inscribed with the name 'LATHWYN'S STREET.'"

The car's body was a study in sharp angles and smooth curves, with a low, cool-looking stance that seemed to hint at its power and speed. Its paint was the darkest shade of black, like a void that devoured all light, making the chrome accents and bright headlights stand out in stark contrast. The wheels were massive, like jet turbines, and the whole car seemed to vibrate with pent-up energy.

Inside the car, Oliver looked at Rex and said with a grin, "Welcome home blud. You gotta go by yourself as I will be heading to my entertainment industry to check out some pressing issues or else I might have dropped you off right at the front of the family head."

"Okay then. Take care," With that, Rex stepped out of the car and headed down the streets. He couldn't help but recall back then, when he still lived in this same house and how life was. Now it has been a year or two since then.

Looking beyond the gates of the family estate, a long, winding road leads up to a grand manor house, surrounded by lush, well-tended grounds. Towering at the entrance of the gates are five imposing, impeccably dressed guards, dressed in black uniforms and dark sunglasses. Their stern expressions make it clear that they take their duties seriously, and that only those with the proper credentials will be allowed to pass.

"State your business," said the first guard in a tone that was both authoritative and monotonous.

"I am Rex Lathwyn," said Rex. "Surely you must have heard of me?"

"We are unfamiliar with your name, sir," replied the guard. "I'm afraid we cannot allow any uninvited guests to enter the premises."

Rex was taken aback by the guard's dismissive attitude.

He couldn't help but roar inwardly, _I'm even getting humiliated in my own house?! Damn them!_

"Go call my cousin Philip or anybody at home! I refused to believe they won't come to my aid." Rex retorted with a vexed expression.

"Sir, I must insist that you vacate the premises immediately. I am authorized to use force, should you refuse to comply with my instructions. As you are no doubt aware, access to this location is restricted and by invitation only."

"I was invited by my grandfather, the head of the family!" Rex protested. But the guards just snickered and looked at each other with amused expressions.

Guard 2: So, let me get this straight. You're claiming to be the grandson of the head of the family? And you expect us to believe that just because you said so?

Guard 3: And you're wearing...that? And you expect us to believe you're related to one of the richest men in the world?

Guard 4: Maybe you should try a little harder to look the part, buddy. Because I'm sure the Gardener himself is richer than your whole household, hahaha.

Amidst their chattering, a voice suddenly called Rex.

"Hey Tyrannical Tyrant Rex," said the voice, with a mocking tone. "You're finally back!"

The guards froze in place, their faces suddenly pale. They looked at each other with wide eyes, their hands shaking. They knew they had made a grave mistake.

To the guards, it was like the warm weather suddenly turned frigid cold. A thought kept repeating in their mind.

_Tyrannical Tyrant Rex?! It's actually him! We doomed!!_ They thought simultaneously with sweat dripping down their face.