Rise of Robert,the youngest student billionaire.

CHAPTER 6. Billonaire lifestyle

BILLIONAIRE LIFESTYLE.

Robert sat in the corridor of the colossal building, marvelling at its opulent details. The tiles were so polished that he could see his reflection in them.

He didn't need anyone to tell him that his mother was incredibly wealthy. However, a nagging question lingered in his mind—how long would her fortune last?

The thought consumed him as he sat on the couch, deep in contemplation.

Suddenly, a knock on the room's door disrupted his thoughts. Startled, he stood up to investigate.

The door creaked open, revealing three individuals who entered the room. Robert couldn't tear his eyes away from them for a moment.

Were they truly maids?

Dressed in exquisite attire, the three of them proceeded to set his breakfast on the table before quietly departing.

Robert approached the array of food, his curiosity piqued. With each plate he opened, he discovered an extravagant, five-star billionaire's meal. The sight caused him to blush as he pulled out a chair and took a seat.

"Is this even real?" he wondered to himself before eagerly digging in.

In the Campell campus, a meal like this would have been sufficient for two days, but here it was merely breakfast. The transition from Robert, the impoverished church mouse, to the heir of the Glidson Empire still unsettled him.

The Glidson Empire stood as one of the largest companies not only in Europe but also across international borders. Thanks to its extensive partnerships with various organizations, it consistently ranked as the top company in Europe each year.

Having finished his meal, Robert casually discarded the plates and uncorked a bottle of red wine. A grin spread across his face as he savoured the taste, revelling in the billionaire lifestyle he now found himself in.

The entire place remained eerily silent as if everyone was absent. Unbeknownst to Robert, each room had been soundproofed, contributing to the heavy and isolating atmosphere he felt.

After a few minutes, Madam Aurora, Robert's mother, opened the door to his room and entered with a wide grin on her face. Her excitement at having Robert back was palpable.

"I have something to show you," she announced, and without hesitation, Robert followed her.

They took the elevator route, and Robert's brows furrowed in confusion. He couldn't believe that the house had an elevator even for accessing other floors of the building. It would be his first time riding in an elevator!

He followed Madam Aurora into a building, and as soon as they both entered, the door closed automatically, deepening Robert's confusion. It was his first encounter with such advanced technology.

"I started searching for you eleven years ago, and since then, I've been saving five million dollars every year for you," she explained.

Robert knitted his brows in confusion. "Five million dollars?!" he mused to himself in disbelief.

He couldn't believe it and quickly calculated the amount in his head. The staggering sum forced him to gasp in shock.

Madam Aurora produced a card and extended it to Robert. "This is your account card. I've added forty-five million dollars so you can spend as much as you want."

His jaws dropped open, and he was unable to form coherent words. His hands trembled as he reached out to collect the card. It all felt unreal to him. A whopping $100 million just like that?!

No student on the Campell campus had such a substantial amount of money, not even Owen. Robert contemplated to himself.

Could this mean that he was the youngest billionaire student on the Campell campus?

"I'll be on my way, Robert. I need to attend the annual meeting of the Flutterwave Group of Companies. My butler, Simon, will show you around," she informed him.

Wait a second, Flutterwave Group? Robert couldn't help but gasp.

So his mother was the owner of Flutterwave Group of Companies, one of the wealthiest telecommunications services in the Western world.

He watched as she left, and soon after, a man in a blue suit entered the room. From his demeanour, Robert could easily identify him as Simon.

The man approached him with a gentle smile on his lips.

"Young master, please come with me," he said, pointing towards the door. Robert followed him.

This was another section of the mansion that Robert was unfamiliar with, but surprisingly, he was escorted back to his room.

"Young master, you can check those out before the different clothing companies send you their respective designs," he said, wearing a smug smile.

Robert wasted no time and eagerly unboxed the clothing. However, when he saw what was inside, his eyes widened in astonishment, and he stammered in disbelief. "Gi-Gi-Givenchy!"

He quickly examined the clothes, unable to contain his broad smile. Givenchy had always been his dream brand for a long time, and receiving a complete set of clothing felt like a fulfilling moment for him.

Simon then led him to Madam Aurora's garage. As they arrived, Robert froze in his tracks, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head in disbelief at the luxury car brands he saw: the Bugatti La Voiture Noire worth around eighteen million dollars and the Rolls-Royce Sweptail worth about thirteen million dollars.

He leaned in closer, squinting his eyes as if trying to confirm what he was seeing. He couldn't believe that one person could own such exotic cars. Out of curiosity, he looked towards the next garage and saw a new Mercedes-Benz Maybach Exelero and a Bugatti Divo.

Surprise struck Robert like a lightning bolt, jolting him out of his usual state of complacency. He was compelled to ask Simon, "Do all of these belong to my mom?”

Simon smiled. "Yes, they all belong to Madam Aurora, the president of Glidson Empire!"

"Young master, you'll be returning to school today, huh?" he asked.

Robert wasn't quite ready to engage in conversation yet, so he simply nodded his head.

"Your mom asked you to take one of her cars back to school. A driver will be assigned to you," Simon informed him.

The atmosphere seemed to shift immediately, filled with a profound sense of accomplishment and newfound energy.

"I don't need a driver. I can drive," Robert said, unable to contain his excitement and pride. He had learned to drive when he worked as a delivery man, using the company's vehicle.

Simon couldn't help but laugh at his attitude, assuming that the question had wounded his ego.

"Which vehicle should be arranged for you, young master?" he asked.

The question hit Robert as if it still wasn't real, even though he stood there in flesh and blood. Robert Edward would be driving a car to school?

Life truly felt like a movie, full of unexpected plot twists!

"I'll go with the Buggatti," he confidently replied with a smirk.

It was around five o'clock in the afternoon when one of the drivers drove Robert into the school compound. Even the security officials at the gate were astonished by the car. 

The Buggatti was worth millions of dollars and they just stood there mouth agape as they shook their in disbelief. How could this kind of expensive car come to school? 

The windows were tinted so they couldn't see that it was Robert inside. 

“Go to the dorm by the left” Robert instructed.

The entire compound was as quiet as a graveyard, with only two or three students present. Robert wondered if something had happened while he was away.

When he reached the dorm he quickly headed inside to check out for his friends but they were not there. 

He stood dissapointed as he bit his nails trying to think of where they could have gone now of all time he needed them the most! 

He walked back out to take all of the stuffs he brought along for them but then his eyes wandered to where a group of students was gathered. When he looked up, he realized they were near the cinema.

He rolled his eyes, realizing he had nearly forgotten. Just a few days of experiencing a billionaire lifestyle, and he had already forgotten that the school opened the cinema for new movies every Friday!

He quickly seetled back into his car and told the driver to take him to the cinemas in front of the library.

Wearing a confident smile as he noticed students' eyes fixed on his car. They were curious to know who had brought a fucking Bugatti to school? 

"Damn! Owen got himself another fancy ride. That guy is incredibly wealthy!" one of the students remarked.

"Are you sure it is Owen?" another asked.

"Of course, who else could it be? Who else would come to campus with such an exotic car? It can only be him!" confidently came the reply.