The Pizza Boy Who Owned the City

Chapter 4

“I’m the only heir?” Dan stared at Chris in disbelief.

For a moment, he thought he had misheard him. Something this absurd only happened in TV dramas. How could it possibly happen to him?

“Yes, Mr. Bridgers,” Chris said calmly. “Allow me to give you a brief introduction to the assets Mr. Gosling left behind.”

As he spoke, Chris picked up a document from his desk and placed it in front of Dan.

“Among the listed companies alone, there are Harrington Group, Zephyr Corporation, Evergreen Pharmaceuticals, and several other major corporations in Harkins City…”

Chris pointed at the document as he explained each asset one by one.

At first, Dan tried to listen carefully. But the more he listened, the more unreal everything felt.

Companies, properties, bank accounts, investment funds…

The list seemed endless.

Finally, Dan could not hold back anymore.

“Wait a second,” he interrupted. “Are you saying all of this belongs to me now?”

“Absolutely,” Chris replied with a slight nod.

“Then… how much is everything worth in total?”

Chris paused for a moment, then lowered his voice slightly.

“Based on a rough estimate, Mr. Gosling’s total assets are worth more than five trillion dollars.”

“You just said trillion?” Dan’s eyes widened in shock.

“Yes,” Chris said with certainty.

“All of that…” Dan’s voice trembled. “All of that is mine?”

His mind went completely blank.

Five trillion dollars! He could not even imagine what that much money looked like.

Just yesterday, he had still been worrying about rent. He had been humiliated by his landlady over a few hundred dollars.

And now, someone was telling him that he had inherited more than five trillion?

Was this really happening?

“That is correct,” Chris said with a polite smile.

“All due respect, but that can’t be right.” Dan shook his head instinctively. “You must be mistaken. I did save an old man once, but if he was really that rich, he should have been famous. Why have I never even heard of Bill Gosling?”

“Mr. Bridgers,” Chris asked with a faint smile, “are you wondering why Mr. Gosling never appeared on lists like Forbes?”

“Yes, exactly. Why wasn’t he on it?”

“Mr. Bridgers,” Chris said calmly, “do you really think those truly rich people wanted to be on that list?”

Dan froze. “What do you mean?”

“Let me put it this way. Many of the people who appear on those wealth lists still need fame. The more famous they become, the more attention, resources, and opportunities they can attract. But Mr. Gosling had long since passed that stage. He did not need fame. In fact, he preferred to stay hidden.”

Dan fell silent.

Chris paused for a moment before saying, “Mr. Gosling once told me that the richer a man becomes, the more danger and trouble he attracts. So, Mr. Bridgers, after you inherit everything, I strongly advise you not to reveal your identity too easily. It will save you a great deal of unnecessary trouble.”

Dan looked at Chris carefully. The man did not seem to be lying.

Besides, what kind of scammer would target someone as broke as him?

More importantly, the money in his bank account was real.

And this office, with its luxurious decorations and overwhelming sense of wealth, was not something an ordinary con artist could fake.

Dan took a deep breath and tried to suppress the excitement rising in his chest.

“Are there any conditions?” he asked. “For me to inherit everything, I mean.”

“There is one.”

Chris opened a drawer, took out another document, and handed it to Dan with both hands.

“Mr. Bridgers, this is Mr. Gosling’s will. All you need to do is sign your name here, and the inheritance will officially take effect. However, there is one requirement you must remember.”

Dan took the will from him, but his expression turned cautious.

“What requirement?” Chris’s tone was gentle, but his words were firm.

“Mr. Gosling stated clearly in his will that if you wish to inherit his estate, you must marry Miss Ivory Holland. Otherwise, you will not be able to inherit anything.”

“What?”

Dan froze on the spot. He had imagined many possible conditions.

Maybe he would have to complete some difficult task. Maybe he would have to manage a company. Maybe he would have to keep the inheritance secret.

But he never expected the condition to be marriage.

“What kind of person is she?” Dan asked carefully.

“According to the terms of the will, I cannot disclose any information about Miss Holland before you agree,” Chris replied.

Dan hesitated. “Then… is there anything wrong with her appearance?”

Chris gave a small chuckle.

“Mr. Bridgers, you do not need to worry too much about appearance. With today’s medical and cosmetic technology, even if someone looked truly unfortunate, money would still be able to solve most problems.”

Dan’s mouth twitched. That was a strange way to comfort someone.

Still, Chris had a point. With five trillion dollars, what could not be solved?

When a person was poor, even the smallest things could invite humiliation.

Strangers could look down on him. Landladies could scream at him. Even people who had nothing to do with him could treat him with casual cruelty, as if poverty itself were a crime.

And Dan had truly had enough.

More than enough.

Even if the condition had been far stranger than marriage, he might still have agreed.

After a brief silence, Dan gritted his teeth. “All right. I agree.”

Chris nodded and pointed to a specific place on the document. “If you have no further questions, please sign your name here. Once you sign, the will shall take effect immediately.”

Dan picked up the pen. His hand trembled slightly as the pen tip touched the paper.

Then, he signed his name.

The moment Dan finished writing, Chris carefully took back the will and placed it into a folder. Then, with great respect, he took out two cards and placed them in Dan’s hands.

Dan looked at them in confusion. “What are these?”

“The first one is a black card issued by Zenith Bank, which is one of the banks under your name,” Chris explained. “This card has no spending limit. No matter how much money you need, you may use this card to pay for it.”

Dan’s eyes widened slightly. No spending limit?

Chris continued, “As for the second card, it is the Supreme Royal Card of the Royal Club. It represents the highest level of membership within the club. With this card, you may spend freely at any branch of the Royal Club.”

Dan looked at the two cards in his hand.

He had no idea what the Royal Club was, so the second card did not interest him that much for the moment. 

But the black card from Zenith Bank was different.

“So with this black card,” Dan asked, “I can really withdraw or spend as much money as I want?”

“Correct,” Chris said. “All expenses made with this card will go through the internal accounting systems of the companies under your name. Since your total assets exceed five trillion dollars, any amount below that range can be covered.”

He had never imagined that such a card could exist in the world.

A card with no limit. A card that could buy almost anything.

For someone who had just been humiliated over four hundred dollars in rent, this felt absurd beyond belief.

After that, the two of them talked for a little while longer. Before they finished, Chris handed Dan his personal business card and reminded him that he could call him anytime if he ever ran into trouble.

With that, there was nothing else that needed to be settled for the moment.

Chris offered to walk him out, but Dan shook his head and politely declined. 

Everything that had happened today was simply too unreal. He needed a little time alone to let it sink in.

A few minutes later, Dan stepped out of the elevator.

The moment the doors opened, the sound of hurried footsteps rushed toward him. Before he could react, more than ten security guards surrounded him.

Dan froze. He looked at the guards standing around him, completely confused.

What was going on now?

Just then, Miss Lind, the red-haired woman from earlier, stepped out from behind the guards.

She was the woman he had accidentally bumped into earlier.

The moment Miss Lind saw him, fury flared in her eyes.

“You finally came back, you low-life scumbag!”