The Graham Heir—I Am Not An Adopted Nobody

Chapter 79: Engines Before War

The Bullion Empire Corporation didn’t just sit on the street, it loomed over the city like a giant monument to pure power.

 It wasn’t just a building— it was a reminder of the power houses in the financial industry. Three massive glass domes sat on top of the structure, with one giant central dome towering over two smaller ones like a king standing over his guards.

 The sunlight hit the curved glass and the reflection made it look shiny and blinding, while the rest of the building was wrapped in black steel and mirrored panels that reflected the entire skyline.

A wide marble staircase led up to the front doors, which were trimmed in real gold, and rows of water fountains lined the plaza, their streams jumping up and down in a perfect, synchronized beat. Everything about the place screamed three things: Wealth, Authority, and Control.

At that exact moment, a Ferrari SF90 Stradale rolled into the driveway. It was low, aggressive, and looked deadly elegant. The engine didn't roar, it purred like a bolt of lightning being held back by a leash. Robert parked the car calmly as employees near the entrance stopped what they were doing to stare.

“Who owns a spec like that?” one whispered. “That’s not a normal car,” another added. Robert stepped out, adjusted his sleeves, and closed the door with a gentle click. He looked perfectly at peace.

But then, the air changed.

A low rumble started in the distance, growing louder until it sounded like thunder rolling across the pavement. It was the sound of engines— not just one or two, but a whole convoy. It was loud, violent, and felt like a professional racetrack had just invaded the corporate plaza.

 Fifteen high end luxury machines roared into the compound one after another, filling the air with the smell of gasoline and expensive tires.

First, an Aston Martin Valkyrie sliced through the air like a blade and parked perfectly right next to Robert’s Ferrari. Then came a McLaren Sabre, followed by a Bugatti Mistral Grand Royale. After that, a Lamborghini Temerario and a Ferrari Purosangue pulled in, followed by a massive Mercedes 6x6 G Wagon and a line of Rolls Royces, Bentleys, and Porsches.

Fifteen machines. Fifteen loud statements of power. The roar of the engines echoed between the glass domes like a physical weight. People stopped walking in the street. The security guards at the door stiffened up, and the office employees started whispering in a panic.

Robert didn't move an inch. He had a pretty good feeling he knew exactly who this circus belonged to.

The door of the Aston Martin lifted up, and Morris Emmett stepped out, slowly straightening his suit jacket like he was preparing for a coronation. From the McLaren, Edward stepped out with Chloe right beside him. A driver rushed over to open the door of the Bugatti, and Jane stepped out with a cold, graceful look on her face, taking her time to adjust her shoulders. 

Professor Chinny, Malcolm, and Chloe’s friends— Julie, Tracy, and Silver— all piled out of the other cars looking like they owned the planet.

This wasn't just a business meeting. This was a spectacle designed to crush anyone in their way. Edward was the first one to spot Robert standing there, and a mean smirk spread across his face as he walked over.

“What are you doing here?” Edward asked, his voice rising with hatred.

Robert’s face stayed completely calm. “That’s none of your business,” he replied. “Go inside and handle whatever you came to handle.”

Chloe stepped forward, her eyes blinked with anger. “You think what you did at the auction gives you real power?” she hissed. “We’re going to deal with you.”

Jane’s eyes narrowed as she looked Robert up and down. “You and your little sister,” she added in a low, vicious voice. “After this deal is finalized today, I am going to personally handle both of you.”

Robert said nothing. He just watched them. Finally, Morris Emmett approached, and his presence alone was enough to make the nearby employees back away nervously.

“What have you come here to do, Robert?” Morris asked slowly, his voice heavy with authority. Robert didn't answer. “What business do you have at the Bullion Corporation?” Morris pressed, but there was still no reply. “Is this some kind of surprise? Or are you just here to beg for your life?”

He remained silent.

Finally, Robert let out a light breath and looked up at the towering glass dome above them. “You really want to know why I’m here?” he asked. He looked back at them with a look that was almost pitying. “You’ll find out soon enough. When you go inside to finalize your deal, you’ll see exactly what happens.”

For a second, the plaza went quiet. Then Morris let out a deep, mocking laugh that echoed through the air. “Oh, you little fool,” he said, shaking his head. Edward started chuckling, and Chloe joined in with a nasty smirk.

“When we sign this deal today,” Morris said, stepping into Robert’s personal space, “we will finally have the power to shape this world however we want.”

Edward leaned in close, his voice a growl. “And when that happens, Robert, you are going to lose everything you’ve ever touched.”

Jane’s eyes were cold and full of hate. “You and your brat sister,” she whispered. “You’re both going to bow to us by sunset.”

The fountains continued to flow in the background, and the sun reflected off the massive glass domes, making the whole scene look like a dream. But through it all, Robert just stood there— completely unfazed, waiting for them to come through the gates.