Three

Dylan left the villa and into the busy street, looking like his world has turned to complete nothingness. He still couldn't believe he ended up becoming a sad loser. He gritted his teeth cause the horns of every vehicle that pass by aggravated his anger.

Why did he have to be unfortunate? Why did his mom and dad die so pitifully leaving him in a wicked and unfair world?

A world that he thought he had in his grasp but only to be whipped by it a thousand folds.

And now, the only family he has is fighting for her life but he's got nothing that could save her. How more unfortunate can his sorry life become?

Even his own beloved wife turned her back on him and is now planning to marry another man, his own cousin, under his watch. But it's not going to happen.

Even with nothing, he'll die first before he agrees to any divorce.

He let out a shaky and tired breath as the condition of his aunt absorbed his memory once again. What is he gonna do? He can't just let her die. He can't lose her.

Agreeing to the divorce was one way, pawning his wedding ring was another. Should he just let go of them and his pride for his aunt's sake?

He stopped walking and raised his hand up to stare at the designer silver ring on his ring finger. He remembered the wedding and the happiness of the whole hall that day but everything has completely changed.

An annoying sound that kept sounding in his ears finally made him snap in anger and he turned. "What the hell is your problem, man? What's up with the horn?" His voice boomed at what seemed to be a blue-colored BMW but it wasn't clear since it was late at night and the front light of the car was blinding his eyes that he had to shield it using his hands. "And get that light off my face!"

The car drove and stopped in front of him, then a man's face came out of the window. "You were completely absorbed in deep thought, master Dylan."

Dylan frowned with a tilted head. "And how the hell do you know my name?"

The man smiled and came out of the car. He was wearing a well-designed tailored blue suit. "Why wouldn't I? You were once a renowned CEO of one of the biggest companies in Melrovia. Your reputation precedes you."

"And what the hell do you want from me? I assume you didn't almost burst my eardrums just to see the renowned and now poor CEO."

The man chuckled at his choice of words and nodded. "You're exactly like your father said."

"My father?" Dylan asked in surprise. "You personally knew my father?"

The man nodded. "Of course. He was my - best friend or better yet business partner. It's unfortunate how he died and was falsely accused before that."

Dylan rose a brow at him and scoffed. "Wow. You must know a lot then."

The man smiled. "I know enough. But first, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Nigel Owens of - "

"Apex conglomerate." He interrupted with eyes widened in shock. "You're the - Lord Owens everyone is scared of." He blinked, beginning to feel awkward. "What is this? Why are you right in front of me right now?"

"I remember telling you I was your dad's business partner. I found you because of that." Lord Owens told him.

Dylan was still confused. Being his dad's partner was also a shocker. His dad was working with the almighty Lord Owens. A man who cares about no one. A man who is considered heartless? "I kinda want more elaboration on your statements, cause you're totally confusing me."

"You must think I'm the real owner of Apex conglomerate but I honestly am not, master Dylan." He dropped.

Okay, that was officially the second time the man called him master. Dylan gave him a blank look. 'Is this guy playing with me?' He thought to himself.

Deciding to get straight to the point, Lord Owen sighed. "I'm just a manager, Mr. Clifford. But your dad was the real owner of the company."

Dylan's jaw dropped.

"He created it from scratch a long time ago and made me his most trusted assistant. I honestly started as his trusted bodyguard then he slowly promoted me to his assistant and then when the company hit the apex, he decided to ghost himself and made me the face of it. I've been following his orders until after his death. He told me I'm gonna have to tell you this after you reached twenty-five years old which is today." He explained further.

Dylan kept looking at him and blinked as he remembered the calendar date. It was truly his birthday and he forgot.

Lord Owens sighed and handed Dylan a black ATM card. "I heard you are facing some difficulties and I apologize for not coming earlier, I've been out. The PIN is your birth date."

Although still confused, Dylan took the card and stared at it like he has never seen a black card before. "How much is inside?"

"Not much. A measly ten billion dollars."