The Rise Of Nicholas Hensaw

Chapter 28

"Is this the car here to pick us up?" Nicklaus asked.

"Yes, sir," Chris replied, causing Nicklaus's eyes to widen in shock. The cost of a Lincoln limousine was astronomical—Nicklaus was certain that even if he worked day and night for the rest of his life, he wouldn't be able to save enough money for such a vehicle.

"You don't like it, sir? I can have the driver change it to something you're more comfortable with," Chris offered, causing Nicklaus to chuckle softly. He was stunned—this was his first time getting this close to such an expensive car.

He got into the vehicle and was immediately awed by the luxurious interior. Chris entered as well, maintaining a serious expression while reviewing his iPad.

Nicklaus was certain everything on the iPad was work-related, as Chris didn't seem like the social type.

"Please, sir, you should review all these documents," Chris said, picking up a white file beside him.

As Nicklaus took the file, he kept his eyes fixed on it. Reading through every line, he furrowed his brow in confusion.

"Wait... I don't understand," Nicklaus said, his eyes still focused on the section where he spotted Mr. Johnson's company.

"Why is Johnson Pharmaceutical listed here?" he asked, confused. According to the document, these were companies in which the conglomerate had purchased shares.

"Yes, sir. Before you married Mr. Johnson's daughter, the company was not only in debt, but he also needed funding for various company operations," Chris explained, causing Nicklaus to nod.

"So they needed money and sold forty percent of their company to us," Chris added.

Nicklaus was shocked. "That means we own forty percent of the company?" he asked, and Chris nodded in response. For a moment, Nicklaus was speechless, thinking to himself that he wasn't obligated to comment.

"Wait... hold on a minute, are you kidding me?" Nicklaus exclaimed.

"What?" Chris asked.

"You own Shaw Fashion Home and Mall?" Nicklaus asked. That was the largest mall in the entire country—it not only housed a cinema and entertainment venues but also had a gym. When it opened, it was the talk of the town, designed exclusively for the wealthy, and only rich people had the confidence to enter the mall.

"Yes, sir. That's one of his companies," Chris informed him nonchalantly. His casual demeanor made Nicklaus chuckle softly. One thing was certain: the more companies his father owned that he discovered, the angrier and more betrayed he felt.

Nicklaus couldn't even count the number of company names on the paper—he was truly dumbfounded.

He bit his lip and thought to himself, "I wish I didn't have to live in poverty while my father had all these riches."

His words affected Chris, but Chris maintained his composed expression. "There's something you should know, sir," he said.

Nicklaus shifted his gaze from the paper to Chris. "What?"

"Before your father died, he went to his good friend, Old Man Fin, for help."

Nicklaus paused, eager to hear how it turned out.

"Old Man Fin said he was sorry, but he was too preoccupied with his own problems and didn't want whatever was pursuing your father to come after him too," Chris informed him.

"What about my mother? Did she support all of this?" Nicklaus asked, and Chris shook his head.

"No. She was fighting to stay alive just so she could be there for you and your sister. Young Master, I know it hurts, but your parents loved you both dearly," Chris said, and Nicklaus simply nodded.

They arrived at the villa gates, where the car had to go through security procedures while Chris had to step out for facial recognition at the passcode machine.

After that, they were granted access to the villa.

Nicklaus's mouth fell open in awe—he was impressed and didn't try to hide it. His eyes fell on the water fountain in the center of the courtyard.

"This is amazing," he said before the car finally stopped in front of the building.

Nicklaus got out of the car, facing a very large and tall building. Fourteen staff members were standing in two uniform lines in front of the house.

Chris walked to stand before them and addressed them: "As you all know, I've been the temporary master of this home since my master's death," he said, pausing.

"Today, I have found his son—the rightful owner of all these things. Thankfully, both he and his sister are alive," Chris announced. Nicklaus noticed faint smiles beginning to form on their faces.

"Please welcome your new Master," Chris added, and all of them bowed deeply before saying in unison, "Welcome, Master Nicklaus. We are at your service anytime, any day, and any hour," as if it was something they had rehearsed.

"Thank you for welcoming me," Nicklaus said before they raised their heads.

"Come with me, sir," Chris led Nicklaus into the house through the opulent foyer to the dining room.

"Let's dine, sir. I know you must be hungry after such a long day," Chris said.

*Ring!* The buzzing sound of a phone caught his attention. Chris pulled it from his pocket and answered the call.

"Sir, there's a serious emergency. You need to come to the hospital now!"