The 0% Dad Is A Secret Bitcoin King

CHAPTER 6: BILLION DOLLAR CLIENT

The receptionist put down the phone and looked at Garrett differently.

“Mr. Dalton... Ms. Mercer will see you right now,” she said, her cold voice now hesitant and polite. “End of the hall. Door on the left.”

Garrett nodded, picked up his duffel bag, and walked past the front desk.

He knew why that door had opened so fast.

It wasn't his name. And it definitely wasn't his denim jacket.

It was Malcolm Reed.

Malcolm was a lead murder detective with the city police and Garrett’s childhood friend. He had eaten at Garrett’s family table long before they lost everything. When everyone else turned their backs on Garrett, Malcolm was the only one who stayed loyal.

Two hours ago, after leaving the testing lab, Garrett had called him from his car. Malcolm heard what was happening and immediately called in a personal favor with Victoria Mercer, one of the most feared senior lawyers in the state.

That favor had gotten Garrett through the door.

Garrett pushed it open.

The office was huge, with giant windows overlooking the city.

Behind a large glass desk sat Victoria Mercer. She was in her late thirties, dressed in a sharp dark suit, her dark hair pulled into a tight bun. Her gray eyes were sharp and focused—the eyes of a lawyer used to tearing giant companies apart in court.

“Garrett Dalton,” Victoria said, pointing to the chair across from her. “Sit down, please.”

Garrett crossed the carpet and sat, resting his rough hands on his knees.

Victoria picked up a pen.

“Malcolm called me forty-five minutes ago. He didn't give me any details, just said his oldest friend was dealing with a messy situation and needed a tough lawyer.”

She looked Garrett up and down, taking in his worn-out boots and faded clothes.

“I don't handle normal divorces or family breakups, Mr. Dalton. I charge $1,500 an hour, and hiring me requires a $200,000 retainer.”

She looked Garrett up and down, taking in his worn-out boots and faded clothes.

The thought was obvious.

You don't look like you can afford to be here.

“I only took this meeting because I respect Detective Reed,” she continued. “He’s helped me with some major fraud cases. So I’ll give you fifteen minutes. Tell me what’s going on. If this is just a normal divorce with a lot of debt, I can pass your case to a regular lawyer on the twelfth floor who handles lower-income clients.”

Garrett didn't blink or look embarrassed. He reached into his bag, pulled out his old laptop, opened it, and turned the screen toward her.

“I don't need free legal aid, Ms. Mercer,” he said quietly. “And I don't need a regular lawyer.”

Victoria looked down at the screen, probably expecting a messy bank account, credit card bills, or a late mortgage notice.

Instead, she saw a digital wallet with security records dating back fifteen years. Directly below them, highlighted in bright green, was the balance:

$2,048,500,000.00 USD

Victoria’s hand stopped. So did the tapping of her pen.

Two billion dollars.

The room went quiet.

Victoria blinked, her calm expression slipping for a moment. She leaned forward, put on her reading glasses, and stared at the screen.

She checked every digit, security code, and digital signature.

“Is this... a test account?” she asked, her voice now sharp and focused.

“It’s a real, untouched digital wallet with twenty-five thousand Bitcoins that has been sitting there for fifteen years,” Garrett said calmly. “It was given to me as a guarantee long before I met my wife. The security key stayed untouched in a physical storage drive until three hours ago.”

Victoria slowly looked up from the screen, staring at Garrett like she was seeing a completely different person.

His old clothes, rough hands, and dark circles under his eyes had made her assume he was just another poor man crushed by debt and a broken marriage.

Instead, sitting right in front of her was a man with enough money to rival a major investment company.

“Two billion...” Victoria whispered.

She took a slow breath and straightened her jacket. The slight rudeness in her expression disappeared, replaced by sharp focus.

She reached for her desk phone and pressed a button.

“Sarah, cancel my eleven o’clock meeting with the bosses at Apex Holdings. Clear my afternoon.”

“Yes, Ms. Mercer,” the receptionist answered immediately.

Victoria stood, locked the office door, and pulled the blinds shut.

She returned to her desk and picked up a notepad.

“Alright, Mr. Dalton,” she said, her voice now sharp and focused. “Let’s talk about a plan. What exactly are we doing here?”

“Three things,” Garrett said, leaning forward.

“First, I need this money turned into cash and moved into safe, private offshore accounts before Friday, where my wife’s lawyers can’t track it.”

Victoria nodded, her pen moving quickly across the paper. “We can do that. My firm works directly with major private banks in Zurich and Singapore. We can move the money within forty-eight hours and keep it off the local radar.”

“Second,” Garrett continued, his eyes turning cold. “My wife gave me fast divorce papers yesterday. She thinks I’m broke and ready to give up our house, car, and bank accounts. She has a lover—Theo Hudson—who is currently staying in my house and acting like he’s my son’s father.”

Victoria’s eyes narrowed.

“Hudson? As in Hudson Group?”

“The same one.”

“Alright,” Victoria whispered, a cold, sharp smile appearing on her face. “Go on.”

“I submitted samples for an expedited DNA paternity test this morning,” Garrett said flatly. “The results come in tomorrow at ten. If the kid isn’t mine, I’m cutting off every penny I legally can. I want an immediate freeze on every joint bank account, the divorce agreement canceled, and Theo and Evelyn in court to answer every question the law allows.”

Victoria set her pen down. The cold smile on her face grew slightly.

“You don't just want a divorce,” she said.