THE UPRISING OF THE TRILLIONAIRE'S HEIR

The Heir's Comeback

Mason forcefully pulled his hands away from the man's grip. 

Was he joking? Or was he mistaking him for someone else?

He stared at the man, trying to place where he had seen that familiar face before, but his memory failed him.

"I still don't understand what you're saying. I'm just an orphan..." Mason trailed off, gazing deep into Andrew's eyes. 

Suddenly, a vivid memory from 20 years ago flashed through Mason's mind. The time he was kept inside the orphanage home.

He recalled Andrew's promise to return and take him away. But the promise was never fulfilled as he never returned, leaving him with no choice but to stay in the orphanage. 

The memory rushed back, flashing in his head. Mason remembered how he had been dropped off near the gatekeeper's room, the confusion and tears when he was told that his father had passed away.

Mason covered his mouth with trembling hands, tears welling up in his eyes. He scanned Andrew from head to toe, confirming that he was indeed the one.

The only birthmark on his left eyebrow, large and unmistakable, was the key to recognizing him as his father!

"You've grown, Dad. Maybe that's why I didn't recognize you at first," Mason said, his voice filled with different emotions.

"You left me at the orphanage, promising to come back the next day, but I never saw you. Should I call it betrayal, Dad? What are you doing here if you don't want me?" Mason's words were laced with hurt and a hint of anger.

Andrew let out a heavy sigh, his expression reflecting sadness as he reached out to hug Mason. But Mason stood tall, his hands firmly in his pockets.

"Come with me, Mason. Let me make it up to you, please," Andrew pleaded, fully aware of the anger Mason held towards him. He was uncertain if he would agree to go with him.

Mason hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to feel happy or sad. His day was already bad, and now this...

But then he looked at the three cars and all the bodyguards surrounding them. How had his dad become so rich? 

When Mason was five years old, he remembered his dad only having a Mercedes Benz. If that was the case, his dad had a lot of explaining to do.

"Let's go," Mason said, and immediately all the guards bowed down to him. The car door was opened by one of them, and Mason entered as it zoomed off.

When they reached Andrew's Mansion, Mason's eyes widened as he looked at how huge it was. He slowly stepped out of the car, admiring the interior designs. The combination of ash and white looked beautiful together.

They strolled inside the house, and the standby bodyguards bowed their heads. Mason didn't know why they did that, but he smiled at them anyway.

As they walked, everyone suddenly stopped. Mason was confused because they were supposed to knock before entering, but to his surprise, it was an elevator.

"Wow, an elevator as a front door?" he whispered to himself.

Andrew and Mason entered inside, and Mason was amazed. His dad wasn't just rich but extraordinarily wealthy!

The parlor alone resembled a palace, with its wide space and pretty red flowers placed in each corner, making it even more alluring.

"Please have a seat, son," Andrew said as he nodded his head. 

Mason sat down, and after a few minutes, Andrew returned from inside with some files. 

He sat down beside him and handed over the files. "These contain the missing accounting records from my company, which holds 40 billion dollars," Andrew said.

Mason's eyes widened, and the file in his hands slipped from his hands. "What?? That's an enormous amount of money!" Mason exclaimed, both shocked and filled with disbelief.

Andrew nodded, but then a frown appeared on his forehead.

"Wait, do you think that removing 40 billion dollars from my account will affect my balance?" Andrew asked, leaving Mason taken aback.

"Huh?? I don't understand..." Mason trailed off.

Andrew let out a low, raspy laugh as he opened a wine bottle on the table, poured some into Mason's cup and his own, and handed it to him. 

He raised his glass. "Let's give a toast to the soon-to-be owner of the Trillionaire's property and my heir," Andrew said, clicking his glass and taking a sip, while Mason remained in shock and slowly sipped the wine.

"Dad, you're a Trillionaire?" Mason exclaimed.

"No, son. I will no longer hold that title," Andrew replied, taking a small sip and placing his glass on the table.

"You now own the title of the Trillionaire. Soon, everything will be willed to you. Do you know about the Wilson Group and the power it holds in Bay Hills City?" He asked.

Mason nodded, finally understanding why the name sounded so familiar. It was said to be the most powerful group in the city. 

Its owner was rumored to be so dangerous that people would bow down to him on the street for fear of being attacked.

However, it was not because of his nature, but rather the respect he commanded from other wealthy individuals. They all bowed to him because he ruled the city.

Mason couldn't believe the fact that he was now a Trillionaire. In the blink of an eye, his life had taken a beautiful turn. He felt both shocked and happy, but could only display an expression of shock.

The Trillionaire properties were going to be willed to him and him alone, not shared with anyone. Wow. Wasn't that a huge flex?

Suddenly, a message alerted on his phone. He picked it up and saw that it was a notification. 

"‘50 billion dollars is being credited into your account?’ How..." He paused, then slowly turned to Andrew, his eyes bulging in realization.

"To tell you the truth, this is just chicken change for a Trillionaire," Andrew said.

As Mason thought about Anna, he clenched his fists. The main reason she broke off their relationship was because he was so poor, working petty jobs just to take care of himself and Anna. But she had fooled him for so many years.

But could he let that slide? Of course not.

A sly smirk slowly formed across his cheek.

 He couldn't simply let it slide. It wasn't just Anna; everyone who had bullied him, everyone who had treated him like trash, they would all pay for it.

They must pay… because it was payback time.