“Ninety-one trillion?” Reginald repeated slowly.
“.....” The manager gave a slight nod. “Yes, Mr. Mogul. In addition to the ninety-one trillion in liquid assets, you have billions in gold and jewelry stored in our vaults. You also hold shares across multiple multinational firms. Your total estimated net worth is roughly five hundred quintillion.” Reginald raised an eyebrow. What? The manager continued, “Mr. Caesar has reserved a significant portion for investments in fast-growing ventures and expansion overseas. The combined income from foreign branches likely exceeds one septillion. All of it under your name.” Reginald tapped his chin thoughtfully. Eleven years. In just eleven years his empire had multiplied without him. It flourished in silence and matured like wine in a dark cellar. All while he spent those same years bowing his pride in front of that small woman! Christine Alexander! He shook his head with a bitter chuckle. “Reginald Belmont,” he muttered to himself. “You’ve always hated losing. Always. And you let that short woman bend your spine low enough to kiss her damn feet in humiliation?” He clenched his jaw. Just wait until she saw the scale of who he really was and what she toyed with those years. Right then, Caesar stepped into the room. “Lord Reginald.” Reginald turned and smiled. “You’ve done well, Caesar. All of you.” Though Caesar was nearly twice Reginald's age, this moment wasn’t about seniority. It never had been. It was about legacy. Caesar had been the first to believe. He was a man who once ran small-time consults, now he was one of the pillars of a great empire, all because of this young man, Reginald Belmont. He was honoured. Caesar had been honored since the day a 14-year-old boy walked into his office with nothing but conviction, a binder, and blueprints for a dream called RMG. And that kid was this man—Lord Reginald Belmont, the Mr. Mogul. “It is all you, Lord Reginald,” Caesar bowed deeply. Reginald handed him the bag of drugs without a word. “Let’s go to RMG ICT,” he said. “I want to look into someone’s account activity.” “Yes, Lord Reginald.” Inside the ICT sector which was another fortress-like building nestled inside RMG’s boundaries, they began tracing Doug’s transactions. It didn’t take long before the patterns emerged. All of Doug’s large transfers came from private, hidden accounts. Powerful ones. The kind of senders who didn’t like leaving trails. They were drug money mostly, cartel-level. They cross-checked Garret’s account too. There they saw money that flowed in from both Doug and WatsCo. The puzzle was solving itself. After he left RMG Empire, Reginald returned to Big Belmont Shipping Lines in Bay City. He reviewed the cases tied to the failed WatsCo ships. One after the other, the red flags lined up. Garret had been shielding WatsCo from scandal by deflecting questions, brushing off reporters, pacifying angry clients, all those. The files told the full story. About the lies, the cover-ups, and the whole manipulation. Reginald sat still for a moment. A heavy weight pressed on his chest. “This is big trouble.” But images of Mr. Macaulay crying in defeat flashed across his mind. Those broken sobs of a matured man were like dull knives that scraped against Reginald’s chest. It was painful to think of and it was lingering. “Reginald,” he whispered to himself, “You’ll do the right thing. Boldly.” He stood up. He had survived worse. He’d grown up with trauma too heavy for a child’s shoulders. He was sent away and forgotten abroad when he was just 12. He’d spent months in rehab after he was sent abroad. No one knew this, his family didn't even know. There were entire memories his mind refused to unlock. His therapist once said they were too painful to recall, that his brain had shut the door so that it could survive. Still, here he was. Standing tall in the sunlight pouring through the office window. Holding the files that could burn his family’s legacy to the ground, or save it. “They don’t deserve it,” he murmured. His family truly did not deserve his help. “But I’ll help the business step out of the dark Garrett dragged it into.” Later that night, the entire building sat in silence. All lights were off, except one which was the one on the top floor, CEO office. Noah Walker knocked softly on the door, stepping inside. “Young Master Belmont,” he said gently. “Aren’t you going home? I heard from Caesar... that you have a wife now.” Reginald didn’t respond immediately. He flipped a page in the file. Go home? To what? That place wasn’t home. If he went back now, he’d have to face her—that tiny wife of his—and his annoying stepbrother, who by tomorrow would start feeling the heat shift. The tables will turn by tomorrow. He smiled faintly. “I’m working overtime tonight. Too much to do.” He looked up at Noah. “What about you? Shouldn’t you get some rest? If you collapse, who’ll manage the business when I finally take a damn vacation?” He chuckled, but his eyes stayed sharp and focused. There was still more to understand and more to trace. The meeting tomorrow would change everything so he had to be ready for it. Meanwhile, Noah was momentarily stunned by Reginald's smile. How could a man be so beautiful? And him, how could he even think that about his fellow man and boss?! “What’s wrong? Do I have horns on my head?” Reginald asked, pulling a silly face. Noah waved his hands quickly. He was flustered. A faint blush colored his cheeks as a result. “No, it’s just that… your wife must be very lucky to have you as a husband, Young Master Belmont.” He scratched his head, shyly continuing, “Young Master, your smile is really beautiful. And handsome, too! I know I’m a man, but I won’t lie. Unless your wife is an angel, you’re too good for her.” Why was Noah talking about his wife? Reginald’s face turned cold in an instant. “Alright, hurry up and go home.” Noah blinked at the sudden chill in Reginald’s expression. Did he say something wrong? ‘Great. The Young Master probably thinks I’m gay now. A gay old man! Wonderful!’ * At the Alexander mansion, Christine was lounging on the couch, watching a high-profile fashion runway. The models were strutting in dresses designed by her late brother's company. It was one she now managed herself. Suddenly, an announcer’s voice interrupted the show: > “For those looking to ship in bulk across countries, the Big Belmont Shipping Lines remain the top choice! But there’s news—a new face has appeared at the helm! The first son of the Belmont family, who was reportedly insane for the last eleven years, has taken a position on the board! Rumors suggest tension between the Belmonts and the Macaulays, their partners for over sixty years. Could this be the end of their alliance? Will the Belmonts be handling the upcoming shipping deal, or will the client look elsewhere?”> Christine’s frown deepened. Reginald was just trouble. Why was this the first time she was hearing about the Belmonts having issues with the Macaulays? ‘It must be that fool,’ she thought. Garrett, who sat beside her, stole a glance at her face. He quickly calculated his next move. “Christine,” he said gently, “Let’s go to my father’s company tomorrow.” “I have my own company to run,” she replied flatly. “Since that fool thinks he can handle the Belmont business without you, let him. He’ll only lead it into ruin.” Garrett looked at her with wide, innocent eyes, masking the wicked satisfaction curling inside him. He knew exactly what was going on. He was the one stirring trouble. He had laid the trap. Now he just needed Christine to witness Reginald’s failure for herself. “Christine,” he said, coating his voice with earnestness, “Even if Reginald makes a fool of himself every time, I believe he’ll try to do the right thing this time.” He clasped his hands together in mock desperation. “Please, Christine! We’re childhood besties, after all.” Christine sighed and lightly tapped his cheek. “You’re the only one kind-hearted enough to still believe in that dummy.” Just then, the clock chimed. It was one o’clock. Christine’s eyes narrowed. “That dimwit... he’s still not back?”
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“Ninety-one trillion?” Reginald repeated slowly.“.....”The manager gave a slight nod. “Yes, Mr. Mogul. In addition to the ninety-one trillion in liquid assets, you have billions in gold and jewelry stored in our vaults. You also hold shares across multiple multinational firms. Your total estimated net worth is roughly five hundred quintillion.”Reginald raised an eyebrow. What?The manager continued, “Mr. Caesar has reserved a significant portion for investments in fast-growing ventures and expansion overseas. The combined income from foreign branches likely exceeds one septillion. All of it under your name.”Reginald tapped his chin thoughtfully.Eleven years. In just eleven years his empire had multiplied without him. It flourished in silence and matured like wine in a dark cellar. All while he spent those same years bowing his pride in front of that small woman! Christine Alexander!He shook his head with a bitter chuckle.“Reginald Belmont,” he muttered to himself. “You’ve alway
Chapter XVII: Trouble In The Big Belmont Shipping Lines (4)
Reginald studied the situation before him. His eyes flicked down to the pen clipped to his breast pocket, its cap hanging loose like a warning. It blinked red just once. That was enough to indicate that it was on.He smirked, straightened his spine, and stepped into the waiting room.The man inside lit a cigar. The flame from the lighter briefly revealed a grin wrapped in smoke. He took a long drag, then exhaled like someone who had owned the room long before Reginald walked in.“I asked to see the young master of the Belmont family,” the man said with a slow chuckle, “And here you are.”Doug’s voice carried a hint of disappointment. Every deal he’d made in the past had been with Garrett. Garrett was the young master. Seeing someone else, Reginald, step up in his place wasn’t just unfamiliar; it made things feel... unstable.But Doug adapted fast.“No problem,” he muttered with a shrug, reaching into his bag. “Whether it’s you or Garrett Belmont... the job’s the same.” He handed over
Chapter XVI: Trouble In The Big Belmont Shipping Lines (3)
Noah quickly stepped in to shield Reginald, hearing the commotion. He pushed Macaulay away before the punch could land on any flesh at all. He called security to escort Mr. Macaulay out.He looked at Reginald's swollen face with concern. "Young Master Belmont, are you okay? Do you need me to call the family doctor?"Reginald ignored the stinging pain on his face. His mind was replaying that man’s heart-wrenching words.How could it be that Garrett ruthlessly ignored the 50 workers sponsored by the Belmonts? Did he not know, or was he pretending? Was he careless, ignorant, or just as evil as Watson? What was really going on? Why?!He turned to Noah. His expression was serious. "What is this really about?"Noah hesitated before explaining, his voice low. "Mr. Watson is the heir to the WatsCo family business. He's known for his devious ways and boldness. But he's also friends with Garrett. A year ago, he suddenly declared on the news that he was going to take his father's company to the
Chapter XV: Trouble In The Big Belmont Shipping Lines (2)
The moment the thought crossed his mind, Reginald dismissed it. He had to stay calm. Doing that would only prove to everyone that he was insane, and maybe still is. He couldn’t act impulsively. He couldn’t risk being trapped by that madman Garrett Belmont and his mother. He couldn’t risk being kicked out of position. He couldn’t let this family business suffer.Under the pressure of countless eyes, Reginald's mind raced. Maybe he could pretend to be insane again and escape? He ran through dozens of ideas, but faking unconsciousness seemed the most reliable.He glanced around, ensuring it was safe before preparing to bulge his eyes and scream like a madman.Just then, Caesar appeared at the doorway and hurried to his side. “Lord Reginald, are you okay? You don’t look well. Are you feeling unwell?”Reginald looked up and when he saw it was Caesar, he let out a breath of relief. He immediately nodded, feigning discomfort as he held his temple. “Yeah... I’m feeling a bit ill.”Understand
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Six years. Six years ago???? Was that why the Belmont estate felt so hollow that day when he went back there after he got his senses back? Was that also why Caesar had called the landline that day too?“And you…” Reginald pointed between both men. “You were holding this position… for me? Since six years ago?”Caesar gave Noah a sideways glance and nodded. “I had to pose as your grandfather’s trusted aide to your stepmother. Something wasn’t right. Meanwhile, this business was being kept alive by Noah, at least, whenever Mr. Garrett Belmont wasn’t tearing it apart.”Reginald narrowed his eyes. “Garrett. Of course.” He sighed. “Aside from my stepbrother, who else has been causing problems?”Almost on cue, a sleek black van pulled up outside. Reginald leaned toward the window. “Who’s that?”Noah didn’t answer directly. Instead, he said, “Young Master Belmont… I think it’s time we headed to the Vision Room.”The name had sounded dramatic but when he stepped inside, Reginald understood wh
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The man in the suit stood with his hands at his sides, bowing deeply to Reginald like he’d just found a lost treasure.Reginald blinked. The guy looked familiar, yet… he couldn’t place him.“You know me?” Reginald asked skeptically.“Yes, Young Master Belmont,” the man said without hesitation. “The Belmont family business is not in a good state right now. And I’m more than grateful that Mr. Caesar brought me to you.”Caesar?The name made Reginald lift his eyes, and sure enough there he was. Caesar, in a crisp navy-blue suit, stepped out of the other car with his usual calm swagger. He was an older man who had a family but he was still a cool, chill dude. He waved once, casually, like he hadn’t just brought a strange man to him.Reginald’s shoulders eased slightly. He trusted that Caesar would never endanger him. “What’s your name?” he asked the man in the suit.The man gestured toward the car, leading him toward it with professional ease. Reginald followed.“I’m your secretary, young
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