Rise Of The Billionaire Son

West Conglomerate

“What do you think?” Chris’s dad, Jones Westminster smirked, spreading his arms like a king sitting on his throne.

Chris had to rub his eyes repeatedly to confirm if he was seeing things or not. His dad was suddenly looking so regal and refined, unlike the poor man who struggled all his life.

“Come here, son,” Jones called out to his son, standing up from the chair. Chris could only move slowly, his body stiff from the thoughts in his head. 

“Why are you here, Dad? Are you playing pretend in someone else’s house?” Chris asked with a displeased tone. He would be mad if his dad was doing this because he wanted a feel of luxury. “You and Uncle Steve are in on this, right?”

“Of course not.” Jones chuckled, alongside Steve. They laughed heartily throwing him into a confused fit. He could only wait for them to come clean to him.

“You see, Chris.” Jones started to lead his son toward the same chair he stood up from. He made Chris sit on the chair. However, he looked so small compared to the grand chair.

Chris stood up immediately, “I–” 

“This is your rightful place, son.” Jones forced him down on the chair, looking at him intently.

“What do you mean?”

Jones took a look at Steve, and the old man suddenly left them all alone, leaving them to talk.

And then Jones began, “I have been lying to you for 19 years, Chris. Now, it’s time to tell you that we are the richest family in the world.”

Those words were like a bombshell dropped on Chris’s mind and head, he was beyond shocked but he was still trying to hold on to his last shred of sense.

“Rich? We are not even considered as poor. We are wretched!” Chris countered. He was fed up with this so-called prank.

“That’s what I made you think.” Jones folded his arms, seeing that his son wasn’t going to believe him easily, he went on to explain, “We own a big consortium in this country and over 30% of the companies here belong to us.”

“Really?” Chris asked, seeing that his father was getting so serious.

“Ever heard of the West Conglomerate?” 

“We own that?” Chris’s eyes went wide. He was starting to believe his father. The West Conglomerate never named the owner or any heir to their businesses. Everyone knew how mysterious that organization was and all companies fought for a partnership with them.

“Yes. And to prove me right…” Jones suddenly waved his hand and two servants came forward with gold trays in hand. They bowed and stretched their hands forward and swiftly, Jones took the content of the trays.

“...this is an unlimited black card. You have suffered enough and you can spend as much as you want.”

Chris didn’t hesitate to take the card. He flipped it and he recognized that it was indeed real. He had only seen it once with a rich young master and knowing its worth, the card suddenly felt heavy on his hand.

“And this is a badge with our family’s crest.” Jones passed a gold plate with a string to Chris. “With these two things, nothing would be difficult for you in this country. You are a child born into wealth and you should live like one.”

Chris stared at the items in his hand and they held so much weight. However, he was doubtful and he could only believe his father when he tested them. However, he was more fascinated by the badge. Just where could he step into holding that?

At the same time, his phone rang out but then he didn’t dare to drop the items in his hand. He held them carefully in one hand and he didn’t even check who was calling before he connected the call.

“Chris!!” A shrill voice resounded from the phone with a loud booming music and Chris quickly took the phone off his ear. He took a double take at who was calling and he couldn’t help but glare.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Mia? Do you want to break my eardrums?” He shouted back at her, stunning his father.

However, Jones quickly recovered, knowing who Mia was. Mia was a good friend of Chris since high school and they attended the same college. She was the only friend that stuck to Chris through the years.

“What the hell is wrong with you too?!” Mia shot back at him. “Why aren’t you at my birthday party? You said you would be here before everyone else.”

“Birthday party?” Chris was confused but then a look of realization appeared on his face.

“I am so sorry… I forgot.” He slammed his head in frustration. He had forgotten about the promise he made to Mia. He never wanted to attend that party because it would be filled with obnoxious rich kids he didn’t want to cross paths with.

But then he couldn’t say no to his good friend. However, with the incident of him losing his girlfriend, ending up in a police station and now he was being told he was some rich heir, how could he not forget a birthday party?

“I am sorry…” Chris began to think of an excuse. He still had his ongoing discussion with his father, “I don’t think I can attend your party–”

“Yes, you can!” Jones cut his son off and quickly dragged the phone out of his hands.

He spoke to Mia, “Chris will be attending your party. Prepare for his coming.” Immediately after he finished talking, he ended the call.

“Dad, what was that about?” Chris was bewildered. “You know I do not like to attend such parties.”

“You should get used to such parties from now on.” Jones patted Chris on the shoulder. And with a proud look, he said, “Steve will choose a car for you to ride in.”