THE SUPREME KING OF WEALTH

YOUNG MASTER?

His phone lay on the table, screen dim, but his mind was louder than any sound in the room.

“Why did he need my presence… after all these years?” he muttered to himself.

The question hung in the air, unanswered.

Then his jaw tightened.

“I don’t even understand.”

Master Steve Wood was not just an ordinary man. The name alone carried immense weight. He was a giant in the world of business, the owner of an empire, a global network of subsidiaries spanning technology, energy, logistics, and finance, all operating under his centralized control.

A man of undeniable wealth and influence, the kind whose decisions shifted markets and whose silence alone unsettled boardrooms across continents.

Connor’s eyes darkened.

“So the same man who threw us away… now wants me back?”

His grip tightened slightly.

“Not happening.”

But the silence in the room did not agree with him. Instead, it dragged him backward into the past.

“Why are you sending us away?”

The small voice of young Connor echoed in his memory, trembling and broken.

The gates of the Wood Estate had been wide open that day, but it felt like a wall of rejection.

Young Connor stood beside his mother, Carolyn, holding her hand tightly.

Master Wood stood in front of them, cold and distant, dressed in luxury that matched his empire.

“I don’t want to talk much. Both of you should disappear before I lose patience,” Steve said sharply, his eyes turning cold.

Carolyn stepped forward, her voice shaking but firm.

“Steve, I am your wife. Connor is your son.”

Master Wood's eyes didn’t soften.

“You were never meant for this world, Carolyn. I need a woman who matches my level. Someone from a wealthy background. Someone who will help elevate my name.”

Young Connor’s voice cracked again.

“Dad… why are you doing this? Why are you sending us away?”

Master Wood finally looked at him, but there was no warmth.

“Because that’s my decision.”

Carolyn’s eyes filled with tears.

Her voice trembled with disbelief.

“So you’re really sending us away because of a wealthy woman? Just to level up your status?”

Steve did not deny it. Instead, he lifted his chin proudly.

“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “I’m tired of living with a woman beneath my standards. Wealth opens doors, power creates respect… and you can’t give me any of that.”

That moment never left Connor’s mind.

Back in the present, Connor shut his eyes tightly.

“No… I won’t forgive that man,” he thought.

His breath was uneven.

He remembered what came after.

From the moment they were sent out, life became difficult.

Carolyn struggled every day.

Connor whispered, as if speaking to the past, “Mom… rest in perfect peace.”

Her voice came back to him like a fading echo.

“Son… be strong. No matter what happens, don’t lose yourself.”

She worked multiple jobs. She cleaned houses. She sold food. She took whatever she could just to feed him and keep him in school.

And even when she was tired, she smiled.

“You will be greater than him one day,” she used to say softly. “Greater than all of them.”

Connor’s throat tightened.

“She never even got to see it,” he whispered. “She died before any of it mattered… she never even enjoyed the wealth that man possessed.”

“Mom, I truly miss you. You will forever remain in my heart, no matter what happens.” his voice breaking with grief.

His fists clenched.

“Why Young Master?”

“Why did he choose me?”

His breathing grew heavier.

“He has other two sons… born from that wealthy woman,” he muttered bitterly. “They are the ones who even have all the luxury they needed… the cars, the houses, the name, everything.”

His eyes darkened further.

“Then why me? Why call me back now after all these years of suffering?”

A bitter breath escaped him.

Silence answered him.

He shook his head slowly.

“He already made his choice years ago.”

His voice dropped into something colder.

“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 he 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.