Son Of The Richest Man

A Twist Of Fortune

"Is this Claire Harris some kind of ugly duckling?" Brentley asked, frowning.

"Young Master Carter, you really don't need to worry about Miss Harris's appearance. With today's advanced cosmetic technology, even if she were a pig, as long as you have the money, she could be turned into a beauty," Mr. Griffin said with a chuckle.

"You have a point there..." Brentley nodded slightly and then continued, "Alright, I agree to the terms of the will."

"If you have no further questions, you can sign here, and the will can take effect immediately," Mr. Griffin said, handing the will to Brentley.

Faced with such a substantial inheritance, Brentley couldn't refuse. Marrying a woman was a small price to pay. Heck, he might even agree to marry a pig if it meant getting the money, especially since he was in desperate need of it.

After signing the will, Mr. Griffin put it away and respectfully handed Brentley two cards.

"What are these?" Brentley asked, puzzled, as he looked at the cards in his hand.

"Young Master Carter, the first card is a black card from the Huaxia Bank. This card has no spending limit, meaning you can use it to spend millions or even billions without any issue. The second card is the Supreme Emperor Card from the Emperor Club, representing the highest social status. You can use this card to enjoy all the privileges at the Emperor Club," Mr. Griffin explained quickly.

Brentley wasn't particularly interested in the Emperor Club card since he had no idea what the Emperor Club was. However, the Huaxia Bank black card piqued his interest. He smiled at Mr. Griffin and asked, "Are you sure I can withdraw any amount of money with this card?"

"Absolutely certain. All expenses on this card are charged to your company's internal accounts, and since your company is valued at over five trillion dollars, any expense below that amount is perfectly fine!" Mr. Griffin explained softly.

"I never imagined there could be such an amazing credit card!" Brentley grinned, baring his teeth, already planning to test it out at the bank later.

"Oh, by the way, Young Master Carter, here's my business card. I usually handle your company's affairs, so if you ever run into any trouble, feel free to call me anytime!" Mr. Griffin handed Brentley his business card with great respect.

"Got it!" Brentley took the card and continued, "If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way."

"Let me see you out..." Mr. Griffin quickly offered.

"No need, I'll go myself!" Brentley waved his hand casually and then turned to leave Mr. Griffin's office.

A few minutes later, Brentley stepped out of the elevator.

"Clang!" More than a dozen security guards immediately surrounded Brentley.

Seeing the security guards, Brentley was instantly dumbfounded and at a loss for what to do.

"You little pervert, finally caught you!" The sexy woman whom Brentley had previously bumped into stepped out from the crowd, crossing her arms and shouting arrogantly.

"Yeah, you filthy beggar! How dare you take advantage of our Manager Della? You must have a death wish! Look at yourself, you're a disgrace..." Wynter, the receptionist, chimed in loudly.

"I admit I was wrong before, and I've already apologized. What more do you want?" Brentley asked, frowning at the sexy woman in front of him.

"What do I want? Do you even realize how disgusted I was by you? Someone like you trying to take advantage of me? Do you even know who I am? Just thinking about what happened makes me sick!" The sexy woman shouted at Brentley with a tone full of disdain.

"Your disgust is your problem, not mine. Now, move aside. I need to leave!" Brentley was getting angry at her open insults, and his tone turned stiff.

"You want to leave?" The sexy woman sneered, pointing at Brentley. "You're not going anywhere until this matter is resolved!"

"And how do you propose to resolve it?" Brentley asked calmly, looking up at the sexy woman.

"You... you kneel down and apologize to me, then get out of this hall. Only then will I consider this matter settled. Otherwise, I'll have you sent straight to the police station!" The sexy woman shouted loudly.

"Yeah, kneel down and apologize to Manager Della!" The crowd around them quickly joined in, urging him on.

Brentley stood alone in the middle of the crowd, looking utterly helpless. He couldn't believe how far this woman was taking things. All because he had accidentally touched her chest, she now demanded that he kneel and apologize.

"What are you standing there for, kid? Get on your knees already!" The security guard shouted disdainfully.

Brentley turned his head to look at the guard, remaining silent. Though he was poor, it didn't mean he had no dignity!

"Della, what are you and these guards doing?" Suddenly, a roar came from behind Brentley. Everyone present froze upon hearing those words!

James Griffin originally planned to escort Brentley out of the Convergence Group. After all, Brentley Carter had just become the Chairman of Convergence Group, with a net worth in the trillions. As one of his subordinates, Mr. Griffin naturally wanted to curry favor.

However, he didn't expect Brentley to leave in such a hurry, taking the elevator without giving him the chance.

Griffin had no choice but to wait for the next elevator and rush downstairs. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he saw a stunning woman with a group of security guards blocking Brentley at the elevator entrance. The sight made Mr. Griffin break out in a cold sweat.

"General Manager Griffin, what... what brings you here?" Della exclaimed in disbelief as she looked behind Brentley.

"Della, what do you think you're doing?" He took a step forward, his expression furious.

"General Manager Griffin, this poor guy harassed Manager Della. She's just teaching him a lesson!" The receptionist, unaware of the situation, quickly chimed in with a sweet voice.

"Poor guy?" Mr. Griffin was momentarily stunned by her words. He then pointed at the receptionist and shouted, "You're fired! Pack your things and get out immediately..."

The receptionist looked at Mr. Griffin with wide, teary eyes, utterly confused. She softly said, "General Manager Griffin, I..."

"What do you mean, 'I'? I said you're fired! Are you deaf?" Mr. Griffin's face remained expressionless as he shouted. He then turned to Brentley with a respectful tone and asked, "Chairman Carter, are you alright? It's my fault for not accompanying you out..."

"It's fine," Brentley replied nonchalantly.

Everyone froze in place, their eyes wide with disbelief upon hearing General Manager Griffin's words. The renowned General Manager of Convergence Group was addressing a seemingly random young man as Chairman?

"Ch-Chairman!" Della was completely stunned, her gaze fixed on Brentley in a daze.

"General Manager Griffin, what is going on here?" Della stammered, directing her question towards Mr. Griffin.

"What do you mean, what's going on? Hurry up and apologize to Chairman Carter! He is our company's new chairman!" Mr. Griffin commanded, his face expressionless.