The rise of the forgotten son-in-law

Chapter 6

Alright, I’ll be there in ten minutes. Thanks, Joe.

“It’s all good, my man,” he said.

From the corner of my eye, I spotted something in the wardrobe. There was no way Marcus actually placed a whole bunch of white suits in there for me.

That was more than I asked for. I pulled one out and tested the jacket, and it fit perfectly.

I glanced at the mirror, and one thing was missing for me to get the complete look and no, it wasn’t the trousers. It was my hair. Right now, it was curly. I needed to get my signature hairstyle in place.

I took off the jacket and my shirt and placed them on the bed, then I walked into the bathroom.

I shampooed my hair and combed the strands straight, and before it dried up, I applied gel and combed it flat all the way to the back.

When it dried up, I picked up the clipper and carved the edges of my hairline, making them sharper. If Marcus saw me now, he would be jealous.

I rinsed my face and dried up with a towel when I was done. 

I picked up my phone and received two texts, one from the lawyer with my account logins and one from Marcus saying my phone had arrived outside.

I opened the door, and there was a man holding a box outside. He was the driver from earlier.

“It’s a parcel from Sir Marcus,” he said.

“Thank you.” I stretched out my hand, and he placed the wrapped box in it. Then he bowed and left.

I shut the door and unwrapped the box, then pulled off the lid. It was a newer model of the iPhone.

It was easy to navigate my way around it. I installed the bank apps and logged into my Express account. 

First the five hundred and forty million dollars was there. 

Then I logged into the Nexus account, and the one billion dollars reflected immediately. 

Well, that was enough for me to take and live a normal life, but that wasn’t what I was aiming for.

I opened my Gemi account, and when I logged in, the two billion dollars was there. I checked the stock section, and Jeffery was right everything was all red candles.

I could make them all go green if I wanted to, but that wasn’t my chief aim. I wanted power, and in this world, power comes from money and connections.

I placed the phone down and put on a white shirt from the wardrobe, then I put on the white suit from the wardrobe, then finished it off with a pair of white Louis Vuitton snake shoes.

That wasn’t something you saw every day.

I stepped in front of the mirror, and anyone that saw me a few minutes ago wouldn’t believe that I was the same person.

But this was the man I had always been until I was betrayed from the inside and went into hiding to clear my mind.

But things only got worse.

I got out of the room, went down the steps, and was out of the mansion. I went into the garage and took out the keys to the McLaren, but I paused when I realized the McLaren wasn’t going to match my outfit.

I turned to the other side of the garage, and there was a white Lamborghini and a Range Rover.

Marcus did know what he was doing. When he gave me a Lamborghini, it felt like giving an adult a toy car as a birthday gift in their favorite color.

I grabbed the keys to the Lamborghini. I hopped in, and in a few seconds, I was out of the house.

As I drove down the road, I passed a particular building twice, and that confirmed it. I didn't know where I was going without the help of a navigation map. I inputted my destination on the panel, and a route was shown to me.

If it was back in the day, I wouldn’t need that. I remembered this place like the back of my hand, but being trapped in the Williams manor had taken a lot from me.

I floored the gas, and the car roared loudly as it launched me forward. It was fast, yeah, but not as reliable as a McLaren.

I arrived at the Grand Kitchen restaurant, and it looked as elegant as ever. I stopped at the entrance and handed my keys to the valet, and they gave me a tally, which I placed in my pocket.

I paused at the entrance to take in the decorations when suddenly a girl pointed at me and laughed.

“What’s with the new look, Mr. Lover Boy? Trying to hide and flaunt our family’s money?” she said.

I raised an eyebrow.

“Excuse me?”

“You think we wouldn’t know it’s you, Adrian the beggar?”

I could have sworn I didn’t recognize them anywhere, so how did they know my name? 

And from what she was saying, she must be from the Williams family, maybe an external member. That would explain why I didn’t recognize her.

But what was the point of trying to embarrass a grown man in public? Did the Williams family really drag my name in the mud this much?

Right now, I was in all white, so I couldn’t let any of that mud touch me. I turned away from them and walked into the building.

“Hey, where are you going? Are you ashamed that we’re going to blow your dirty secret, huh?”

“No, sister. Maybe he’s come here to find a date and spend the family’s money on her.”

“Oh my God, what a swine. Is he really that dumb?”

They continued bickering behind me, but I had faced worse. I muted them out and walked gently through the building corridor.

I wondered where the private rooms used to be. I remembered them being somewhere around these corridors, but from the look of things, the corridors didn’t have the same design I was familiar with. There were no doors or write ups at the entrances only a single door I had passed so far.

I needed help, but I couldn’t call Joe right now, so I walked a bit and got to the nearest staff. When I turned around, I was surprised the girls had left.

“Hello, young lady. I’m looking for the private meeting rooms. I have a reservation with John Lewis.”

“Okay, give me a minute. What’s your name?” she asked.

“Adrian Vale.”

Then she tapped into her earcoms.