The Reborn Young Master Is No Longer a Simp

The Father He Failed

Creak.

The iron gates of the Bennett mansion swung open.

Noah stood at the entrance, staring at the massive estate in front of him. Warm lights glowed from the windows. The driveway was lined with perfectly trimmed hedges. The fountain near the main entrance ran smoothly, water cascading down in steady streams.

Above the double doors, the Bennett family crest was carved into the stone. A lion holding a shield. Strength and legacy.

Noah’s chest tightened.

In his last life, this mansion had become silent after his father’s death. The lights had gone out one by one. The servants had been dismissed. The fountain had stopped running. Eventually, the entire estate had been seized by creditors and auctioned off to pay Bennett Global’s debts.

Noah had watched it happen from his hospital bed, paralyzed and powerless.

But now, the mansion was alive again.

The gates were open. The lights were on. The servants moved quietly through the halls.

Noah took a slow breath and walked inside.

Tap tap tap.

His footsteps echoed on the marble floor. A servant greeted him politely and took his jacket. Everything looked exactly the way it had before the collapse. Clean. Elegant. Untouched by the disaster that was coming.

Noah walked through the main hallway, passing family portraits and antique furniture that had been in the Bennett family for generations. He stopped near the entrance to his father’s study.

And that was when he heard it.

His father’s voice.

“I don’t care what the board says. If the contract terms don’t favor us, we walk. Bennett Global doesn’t beg for scraps.”

Noah froze.

The voice was firm, commanding, and alive.

Richard Bennett.

Noah’s throat tightened. His hands clenched into fists. His last memory of his father was tied to death, regret, and the collapse of everything Richard had built.

Richard had died of a heart attack two days after the board voted to dissolve Bennett Global. His last words to Noah had been delivered through a nurse because Noah couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t even hold his father’s hand.

And now Richard was alive.

Talking. Breathing. Working.

Noah stood outside the study door, unable to move. He only listened.

“Fine. Set up the meeting for next week. And make sure the Westbridge contract team is prepared. I want no mistakes.”

Click.

The call ended.

There was a pause.

Then Richard’s voice came again, softer this time. “You can come in, Noah.”

Noah’s heart skipped.

He pushed the door open slowly.

Richard Bennett sat behind a large mahogany desk, his reading glasses perched on his nose. He was reviewing a stack of documents. His dark suit was perfectly pressed. His gray hair was combed back neatly. He looked strong, healthy, and completely in control.

Nothing like the broken man who had died in a hospital bed.

“Dad,” Noah said quietly.

Richard looked up and gestured to the chair across from him. “Sit.”

Noah walked forward and sat down. His hands rested on his knees. He kept his expression neutral, but inside, he was barely holding himself together.

Richard leaned back in his chair and studied Noah for a long moment. Then he said, “I saw the video.”

Noah’s jaw tightened.

“The entire board saw it,” Richard continued. “Half the investors saw it. Your grandfather called me from his vacation to ask what the hell you were doing.”

Noah said nothing.

“So,” Richard said. “Explain.”

In his past life, Noah would have defended Elena immediately. He would have argued with his father, shouted that Richard didn’t understand love, and stormed out of the study.

This time, Noah lowered his head.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I embarrassed the Bennett name. It was childish.”

Richard froze.

His eyes narrowed slightly. He set down the document he was holding and leaned forward. “What did you just say?”

“I apologize,” Noah repeated. “I shouldn’t have made a public mess at graduation.”

Richard stared at him.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke.

Then Richard said slowly, “You never apologize this easily. Especially when Elena Hart is involved.”

Noah didn’t respond.

Richard continued watching him, his expression unreadable. “What happened, Noah? Did you two have a fight?”

“No,” Noah said. “I just realized I’ve been childish. About a lot of things.”

Richard’s eyes stayed on him. Searching. Analyzing.

Noah could feel his father’s suspicion growing, but he kept his face calm. He couldn’t tell Richard the truth. He couldn’t explain the regression, the system, or the fact that he had already lived through his father’s death once.

Richard would never believe it.

So Noah stayed silent.

After a long pause, Richard spoke again. “Does this mean you’re finally thinking clearly about Elena?”

Noah hesitated. He wanted to expose Elena right now. He wanted to tell his father that she was a liar, a manipulator, and a spy working for someone who would destroy Bennett Global.

But he couldn’t.

Not yet.

He didn’t have proof. He didn’t know who the hidden man was. And if he accused Elena without evidence, Richard would think he was being emotional and irrational.

So instead, Noah said, “I need time to understand who she really is.”

Richard raised an eyebrow. “That’s more selfawareness than I expected from you.”

Noah said nothing.

Richard leaned back in his chair and sighed. “Love is not the problem, Noah. The problem is losing your judgment because of love. A man who cannot control his emotions cannot protect a company, a family, or even himself.”

The words hit Noah like a hammer.

Because Richard was right.

Noah had lost his judgment. He had ignored every warning sign. He had rejected Astrid, fought with his father, and handed Elena the keys to Bennett Global’s destruction.

And his father had died because of it.

Noah’s hands trembled slightly, but he forced them still.

“I understand,” he said quietly.

Richard studied him again, his expression softening just slightly. “Good. Then maybe you’ve finally grown up.”

Noah looked down at his hands. He wanted to apologize for everything. For the company’s collapse. For ignoring Richard’s warnings. For causing his father’s death in the past life.

But he knew Richard would never believe the truth.

So Noah kept his emotions buried.

“Father,” he said. “I want to start working at Bennett Global.”

Richard blinked. “What?”

“I want to join the company.”

Richard set down his pen and crossed his arms. “You’ve been saying you wanted to join for years. I assumed you wanted a comfortable executive position where you could sit in meetings and pretend to work.”

“No,” Noah said. “I want to start from the bottom.”

Richard’s expression shifted. “The bottom?”

“Yes. I want to enter as a lowlevel employee. I want to learn the company properly.”

Richard stared at him. “You’re serious.”

“Completely.”

“What position are you asking for?”

Noah had thought about this carefully. He needed a role that gave him access to reports, internal processes, department problems, and company weaknesses without looking like he was trying to seize power too quickly.

“Junior Operations Analyst,” Noah said.

Richard’s eyebrows rose. “That’s an entrylevel position. You’d be reviewing logistics reports, tracking shipment delays, and analyzing departmental inefficiencies. You’d have no authority, no office, and no special treatment.”

“I know.”

“Why would you want that?”

“Because I need to understand how Bennett Global actually works,” Noah said. “Not just the boardroom version. The real version.” He paused. “If I’m going to inherit Bennett Global one day, then I should know what holds it up before I sit at the top of it.”

Richard leaned forward, his eyes sharp. “And what makes you think you can handle it? You’ve spent the last few years chasing Elena Hart and ignoring everything I tried to teach you.”

Noah met his father’s gaze. “I know. And I’m asking for a chance to prove I’ve changed.”

Richard didn’t respond immediately. He picked up his pen and tapped it against the desk, thinking.

Then he said, “If I agree to this, you will receive no special treatment. No private office. No executive privilege. No protection from ordinary workplace pressure. You will report to a department manager like everyone else.”

“I understand.”

“If you fail, I will pull you out immediately. I won’t have the Bennett heir embarrassing the company from the inside.”

“I won’t fail.”

Richard’s eyes narrowed. “You sound confident for someone who’s spent the last few years proving otherwise.”

Noah didn’t flinch. “I’ve had time to think. I know what I need to do.”

Richard studied him for a long moment.

Then he said, “Fine. You start Monday. Eight AM. Don’t be late.”

Noah felt a weight lift off his chest. “Thank you, Father.”

Richard waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t thank me yet. If you can’t handle it, you’re out. No second chances.”

“Understood.”

Richard picked up his documents again, signaling the conversation was over. But as Noah stood to leave, Richard spoke one more time.

“Noah.”

Noah stopped and turned.

Richard looked at him, and for the first time in years, there was something other than disappointment in his eyes.

Cautious hope.

He looked like he wanted to say something else, but in the end, he only adjusted his glasses and returned to his documents.

“Don’t make me regret this,” Richard said quietly.

Noah nodded. “I won’t.”

He left the study and closed the door behind him.

Click.

Noah stood in the hallway, staring at the light beneath his father’s door.

In his last life, that light had gone out forever.

Richard had died believing his son was a failure. Believing Bennett Global would collapse because Noah couldn’t protect it.

Noah’s hands clenched into fists.

Not this time.

This time, he would protect his father. He would protect Bennett Global. He would find the man behind Elena and destroy him before he could strike.

A voice echoed in his mind.

[Main Objective Updated: Protect Bennett Global Group.]

[New Mission Triggered: Prevent The First Major Loss.]

[Objective: Prevent Bennett Global from losing the Westbridge Development Contract worth $800 million.]

[Reward: Memory Fragment — The First Internal Leak.]

[Failure Penalty: Bennett Global will lose three major projects within six months.]

Noah’s eyes narrowed.

Westbridge Development Contract.

He remembered that name from his past life. It was an $800 million urban redevelopment contract involving luxury commercial districts, real estate partnerships, and construction supply rights. Losing it had not only cost Bennett Global money. It had damaged the company’s credibility with investors. At the time, everyone had called it a normal business loss. Bad timing. Market fluctuations. Nothing suspicious.

But now Noah understood the truth.

It hadn’t been bad luck.

It had been sabotage.

Noah pulled out his phone and opened his notes app. He typed quickly:

Westbridge Development Contract. First major loss. Internal leak?

He stared at the words.

Someone inside Bennett Global had fed information to the hidden man. Someone had given him the tools to sabotage the Westbridge deal.

Noah needed to find out who.

He needed to find the leak before the contract was lost.

Noah closed his phone and looked back at the light beneath his father’s door.

Richard Bennett had built an empire from nothing. He had spent thirty years growing Bennett Global into one of the most powerful companies in the country.

And Noah had destroyed it in less than three years.

Not this time.

Noah turned and walked down the hallway.

In his last life, Noah had noticed the crack only after the empire was already falling.

This time, he would find the hand that made it.