The Return of Gaston Harrison

Chapter 7 "The Reason to Meet You"

Gaston has 4 initial plans. First, get his revenge. Second, find his father and get his rightful position as the heir of the Hopkins Corporation. Third, save the Chairman from dying. And fourth, find the murderer.

Today is the fourth day since Gaston came back to the past. Until now, he was scared to think that everything was just a dream or an illusion. But he does not want to dwell on hesitating and waste time. If this is just a dream, so be it. But if this is the reality, he would do his best to survive until the end.

Ding dong~

After arriving in New York, Gaston went to visit the Chairman’s Grandson. It was to get his sign and approval for appointing Gaston as the temporary person who will manage Hamington corporation.

‘If my aim is to get power, I don’t need to do this,’ Gaston said in his head.

Hamington is the second largest corporation in their country. The first in rank is Hopkins. If Gaston needs power, finding his father and revealing his identity as the missing son would be enough.

That is why Gaston agreed to go to New York. As far as he can remember, Mr. John Hopkins was in New York during this month.

He went here to find John. That is the first. But meeting the Chairman’s grandson is also important for him.

‘His sign isn’t the problem. It is whether he’ll believe me or not,’ having these thoughts, Gaston pressed the doorbell again.

The second time, the door opened. A man with marine-cut black hair, penetrating eyes, thick brows, lordly nose, thin lips and pale skin came out. Seeing him, Gaston was convinced that good appearance does run in the Solice family's blood.

“Who are you?” Griffti Solice asked.

‘He doesn’t sound friendly,’ Gaston noticed before he answered in a polite tone. “Hello. You are Griffti Solice, right? I am Gaston Harrison.”

“I am Griffti. I don’t buy insurance.”

Gaston frowned. Did Griffti just think that he was selling insurance?

Unable to believe what he just heard, Gaston murmured, “Huh?”

“If you came here to sell insurance, then please leave.”

“Wait a minute!” Gaston stopped the door from closing. He looked straight into Griffti’s piercing stare and introduced,  “I am your Grandfather’s Secretary. Your Grandfather sent me here because we need your sign.”

“Mr. Gaston.”

When Griffti called his name and leaned closer, Gaston thought that Griffti would warmly welcome him. However…

“Get lost.”

Those two words rang inside Gaston’s ears. He came all the way to New York for this guy and what? He was told to get lost?!

Without giving Gaston a chance to explain, Griffti closed the door and never opened it again.

The Solice Family members were known for their dignified image. But behind the curtain, they are evil. Gaston knew that because he was a victim of their cruelty. But after meeting Griffti, Gaston found out that he is the worst.

“If not only for the Chairman, I would not meet that brat,” Gaston said as he entered a bar.

It is an exclusive bar for rich and conglomerate people. Gaston heard that John Hopkins always visits this place once a week. And he went there hoping to have a chance to meet the busy person.

He looked around the luxurious establishment. Customers are sitting in their designated place while drinking their alcoholic drinks. But none of them caught Gaston’s interest.

‘Mr. John Hopkins isn’t here.’

He looked forward and saw a balcony with a sign “VVIP lounge”.

Since John Hopkins rarely communicates with the public, Gaston thought that he might be in that place. Gaston approached the counter and knocked on the table.

The bartender looked back and gave him a friendly smile.

“A pleasure evening, Sir.”

“I am looking for someone. Does Mr. John Hopkins visit this place frequently?”

The bartender only gave him an awkward beam. “I am sorry, Sir. But we are not allowed to disclose our customer’s information.”

Sighing, Gaston looked at the VVIP lounge. “Then, can I stay in that place?”

The bartender followed the direction of his finger and answered, “Only VVIP customers can stay there.”

“How can I become a VVIP customers?”

“We can discuss that with our Manager, Sir. But may I know your name?”

Gaston got his contact card and gave it to the bartender.

When the  bartender read that Gaston is the Hamington’s Chairman’s secretary, his eyes widened.

“So, you are Mr. Harold Secretary? Mr. Harold is a Super VVIP customer in this place.”

“Oh, really?”

The bartender went out of the counter and bowed his head. “Please, come with me. I will guide you to the balcony.”

Gaston smiled at him and followed the bartender on the way to the balcony. He was thankful that he could use the Chairman’s influence.

“Please enjoy,” the bartender said as he slid the big tinted glass.

“Thank you,” Gaston said, before I entered the wide space.

As soon as he stepped, he saw tall buildings of New York. The stars seemed to have fallen down on the ground, making bright colors of pink, blue and yellow, which encased the town.

It was so beautiful, it appeared so surreal in his eyes.

After enjoying the view, Gaston observed the large balcony. People here were so different from the people inside the bar. They were expensive clothes and others had guards with them. As Gaston continued his search for John, he spotted a familiar man sitting on the corner.

When the man tilted his head to his side, their gazes locked.

It was the Chairman’s rude grandson who Gaston met this morning.

Hah!

Gaston scoffed, quite annoyed. With hands inside his pocket, he approached Griffti.

“Did you follow me here?” Griffti asked as soon as Gaston arrived by his side.

“Pardon me, young master. But I didn’t come here to meet you.”

“This is too much to be called coincidence.”

Gaston’s brows squished together in an accusatory frown. He looked at Griffti, who is much younger than him. Then he responded, “I don’t think you will listen to me. You never gave me a chance to explain, YOUNG MASTER.”

Gritting his teeth, Griftti answered, “Don’t call me YOUNG MASTER. I am not your master.”

“You are the Chairman’s first grandson and the fourth person with the highest shares. How should I call you then?”

Griffti inhaled sharply before he stood up and picked his sketchbook. He faced him and said, “You speak so rude for a mere secretary. I’m outta here.”

He walked past but stopped when he heard the next thing Gaston said.

“The Chairman will step down.”

Halting, Griffti looked back at the secretary.

“He wanted me to manage the Hamington corporation for a while. And we need your sign of approval.”

“Ahhhh, I get it,” Griffti murmured while nodding his head. “You need me to step up to the ladder and gain power.”

Gaston chuckled as shook his head. “Whether you sign it or not I don’t care that much. Actually, I am not really that interested in Hamington.”

Griffti narrowed his eyes to Gaston. All the people he met so far have only one reason for approaching Griffti. And that is because they are interested in Hamington’s wealth and power.

“You expect me to believe that? You came all the way here to meet me,” Griffti answered.

“I already told you that you are not the first reason why I came to this place. However, I had to admit that I wanted to see you too.”

“And why? Why does a mere secretary who does not care about power want to see a runaway Grandson like me?”

Gaston paused for long seconds. He pondered a lot if it is right to bring the rude Griffti into his side. After a while, Gaston made his decision.

“Your Grandfather will die.”