The World Under His Fist

CHAPTER SIX

Ansel's ears pricked at the mention of such an amount. It felt like he had never heard of such money before.

He suddenly lost his grip on the card as it fell flat to the ground. His mind fell blank for only a second. “Thir– thirty million dollars?”

Carlos had already picked up the card before Ansel blinked back to reality, and he handed it back to him. “Billion young master, thirty billion dollars.”

“Thirty billion dollars?!” Ansel exclaimed. His eyes widened, and his expression contorted with shock. It felt impossible for one person to have such an amount of money for himself.

He was too young to understand the worth of money when he still lived with his grandfather. He only knew the man had plenty of money then.

He had never imagined that the old man was that rich. Did that mean his grandfather was a trillionaire?

Yet, Ansel told himself not to be touched or impressed by his grandfather's act of kindness. After all, he could have shown some kindness those years back and saved his parents from their untimely deaths.

He reminded himself not to forgive his grandfather. Not now, not ever in the future.

Carlos’ lips curved into a sad smile. “Young master, I cannot ask you not to feel the way you feel. We all know that it is only right for you to grieve their loss, but I want you to know that whatever is in the name of the Yorke family belongs verily to you.

“Your father was to inherit the quadrillion-dollar empire back home, but since he is no more… sadly…” he cleared his throat. “Lord Yorke wants you to know that the empire belongs to you now, if only you will come home and take over.”

Ansel only listened in silence to his butler's explanation and the man kept on talking.

“By the way, the company I mentioned. While you remain here, King's corporation will be under your control. It has been purchased under your name. I did my research and I found out the company is the most powerful, resourceful and popular company in the entire city. Nothing felt more befitting of a King than King's corporation.”

Carlos was very pleased to share this news with his young master, and he had hoped that Ansel would be twice as excited as he was, but the look on his face was one he couldn't translate.

Ansel didn't look happy at all. Instead, it was as if he was brooding.

Ansel let his thoughts consume him. He felt like he wasn't supposed to be accepting anything from his grandfather, but yet he was given a credit card with a thirty billion dollar limit and now a company? King's corporation of all companies!

King's corporation was indeed no ordinary company. A company with a worth of trillions of dollars!

No company in the whole of Ferrera city and other neighboring cities could stand up to King's corporation. It held power beyond normality, so Ansel felt.

A company that made Paul Bryant look like nothing. Royal group, Cree corporation, none of them could stand next to the company, and now it was his? Just like that?

He always knew about his grandfather's wealth but this… This made him feel like Cinderella with his whole world changing just like that. That was if he was willing to accept everything.

Ansel didn't think it was right to even be considering accepting the company and his butler could read right through the silence.

He dipped his hand into his pocket and fetched out a card. “Young master, I know how consuming all of this must be for you and I didn't expect you to say yes straight away. Take the time you need to think, but call me when you ever need anything or have anything to ask,” he said as he handed the card to Ansel.

“I will see you again, young master.” Carlos reduced himself to a bow, deep and respectful, as he always did for Ansel ever since he was a young boy, before turning around and leaving.

Ansel still found himself glued to the spot. He still had no words to say about the current miracle, no matter how long he thought about it. Should he even call it one? A miracle?

He looked down at the cards in his hands. Should he accept this much from his grandfather?

He had gone through so much pain and had to lose so many, irreplaceable things at that. No amount of money could ever bring his parents back, but no amount of hatred he had for his grandfather would do it as well.

So what if all the gifts did come from his grandfather who ran his family out of the city? He felt sorry now for his actions and that was all that should matter, right?

‘The old man must have come to his senses and I should take it even though it is too late’ Ansel thought to himself.

He let out a sigh. Reaching into his pocket, he fetched out his empty wallet and fixed his butler's card inside it carefully before walking over to the receptionist’s counter.

“Hi, uh, I would like to make the remaining deposit for Mr Albert's surgery and other bills.” He said with a gentle smile on his face.

“One moment,” the young lady responded.

As she busied herself with the preparation of the payment, Ansel couldn't help but to look at the card in his hand and wonder, ‘what if it doesn't work?’ or ‘what if it doesn't go through?’

Which was why he was very surprised when she slid the card once and the machine issued a successful payment receipt.

He accepted the card from her with a smile, though he was still feeling dazed.

Was that how people got rich? Was this what it meant to get rich overnight?

Now, he was no longer a nobody. He was more than a useless son-in-law, he was a man with the wealth of the world at his fingertips.