THE SUPREME KING OF WEALTH

YOUNG MASTER?

He stared at his Samsung phone, his fingers tightening slightly around it.

The caller ID showed a name he hadn’t seen for years.

For a moment, he didn’t move.

Then his lips parted slowly.

“…Martin?” he murmured under his breath.

The name brought back memories instantly.

A boy in his mid-teens—always wearing glasses, with neatly kept black hair and a sharp presence, just as he remembered him from his childhood.

Connor answered the call.

“Martin Davis?” he said, his voice steady but filled with surprise. “It’s been a while. Interesting that you remembered me today.”

There was a brief pause on the other end.

Then a calm, respectful voice came through.

“Young Master Connor Wood.”

Connor’s brows tightened slightly.

“What did you just call me?” he asked in disbelief.

“I was ordered to contact you immediately,” Martin replied, his voice firm but respectful.

Connor sat up a little, his expression turning serious. “Ordered? By who?”

Another short silence.

“Master Steve Wood demands your presence right away.”

Connor froze.

For a split second, his breathing stopped.

“…What happened?” he said quietly.

But before he could say anything else, the line went dead.

Connor stared at the phone.

His heart skipped once.

Slowly, he lowered his hand and let the phone drop onto the cushion beside him.

He leaned back, resting his head against the couch.

Silence filled the room again.

But this time, it was heavier.

His eyes slowly closed as memories began to surface.

Years ago… when he was only eight.

That was when everything changed. His father, Master Steve Wood—stood cold and distant, looking at him and his mother like they were nothing.

He's the owner of a vast tech empire with numerous subsidiaries and powerful firms, a man of high class who is widely respected for his undeniable wealth.

“You are no longer part of my life,” Steve said coldly.

“What do you mean?” young Connor asked, his voice shaking.

“It means this is where it ends,” Steve replied.

Connor could still hear those words clearly.

His mother, Carolyn, had begged.

“Please… don’t do this,” she had cried, holding Connor tightly. “He’s your son…”

But it didn’t matter.

Master Steve Wood had already made his choice.

He wanted a woman from a wealthy family.

Someone who matched his status.

Someone who could elevate his name even further.

And Carolyn… she was from a poor background.

So he threw them away.

Connor’s jaw tightened as the memory played in his mind.

After that day, everything became difficult.

His mother struggled.

She worked endlessly just to feed him, to keep him in school, to give him a future.

“I’ll make sure you don’t suffer,” she used to say with a tired smile.

But she suffered—every single day.

Until she couldn’t anymore.

She died without ever touching the wealth that man possessed.

Connor opened his eyes slowly.

His gaze was cold now.

“They didn’t deserve her…” he muttered.

He reached up and loosened his tie, pulling it free from his collar before leaning back again.

A bitter thought crossed his mind.

“Young Master?”

He let out a faint, humorless breath.

“Why me?”

His father had two other sons.

Sons born from that wealthy woman.

Sons who have all the luxuries they need.

“So why call me?” Connor whispered.

There was no answer.

Only silence answered him.

He shook his head slightly.

“I don’t care,” he said under his breath. “That man made his choice a long time ago.”

His voice hardened.

“I won’t forgive him.”

The words were quiet, but firm.

Connor closed his eyes again and pushed the thought away.

He didn’t want to think about Master Steve Wood.

Then another thought surfaced.

Mr. Martin Davis.

Connor frowned slightly.

“Why would he be involved?” he muttered.

They were childhood friends.

But time had passed.

“Maybe… it’s just because of our past,” He said quietly.

He didn’t want to think too deeply about it and was tired.

Everything from tonight—the betrayal, the memories, the call—it all weighed on him.

He picked up his phone and checked the time.

Without another thought, he stood up and walked toward his room.

Still wearing his suit, he lay down on the bed.

Within minutes, exhaustion took over.

And he fell asleep.

Hours later, morning came.

Connor woke to the distant barking of a bulldog somewhere in the neighborhood.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the room.

He blinked slowly against the light, sat up calmly as faint voices echoed outside, then prepared quickly, knowing he had somewhere to go today for a job interview.

“I need to be there today,” he said calmly to himself.

He walked to a small table and picked up a file.

He opened the file. His CV was concise—listing his degree in Real Estate Management and specialized studies in Computer Science and Data Systems, backed by relevant certifications and structured coursework.

He flipped through them briefly, then nodded.

“This is enough,” he said calmly.

Moments later, he stepped outside.

The morning air was fresh, carrying a faint chill.

He walked toward his Mercedes S-Class, his movements steady.

He reached for the door handle.

Then—

“Stop there!”

The voice was sharp and commanding.

Connor’s hand paused mid-air.

Slowly, he turned toward the direction of the voice.

His eyes narrowed slightly.