Ruler of Wall Street

Chapter 2

Dylan was stunned with his eyes wide open.

'Ten trillion dollars? For me to inherit? I'm just some broke guy who's never even seen his parents. They want me to inherit ten trillion dollars?' His mind was in complete chaos.

He grew up in an orphanage and didn't know what his parents looked like. And now, suddenly, he was supposed to inherit ten trillion dollars? Was this some scammer gone crazy, trying to con a poor guy who had been wearing the same socks for years? They didn't even bother to do a background check before wasting time on him.

He immediately shouted angrily, "I've never even seen my parents, and you're telling me I'm inheriting a fortune? Who are you kidding? Get lost, you son of a b***h!"

Perry was taken aback for a moment before saying, "Mr. Philemon, this is Perry Albert from Albert Law Firm, not some scammer. I don't have time to waste on you either. Listen carefully, this inheritance isn't from your parents. It's from your grandfather. If you don't believe me, you can choose to give it up. There are plenty of people waiting for it. If you believe me, come to your apartment. I'll be waiting."

Perry hung up. He was a top lawyer, not the Philemon family's butler, and had no obligation to grovel. 'Was he calling me a son of a b***h?'

"Beep... Beep..." The dial tone forced Dylan to calm down.

There were countless scammers in the world, but none quite like this. The key was that he knew his own worth; even counting his underwear, he wasn't worth fifty bucks. He was not worth scamming at all. After thinking it over, he decided to take the risk. If there really was such a fortune, it would make that b***h, Helen, regret everything.

Half an hour later, soaked to the skin in the rain, Dylan arrived at his apartment building, where a Maybach with its lights on was waiting for him.

"Are you Mr. Dylan Philemon? Please get in the car," the driver said, opening the rear door.

Dylan nodded and climbed into the car.

"Mr. Philemon, hello. I'm Perry Albert. We spoke on the phone. I know you're still skeptical, but please hear me out." Perry, seated in the back, looked at the drenched Dylan.

"Okay," Dylan nodded. Getting into the Maybach made him start to believe, just a little.

Perry pulled a document from his briefcase. "Mr. Philemon, I'll get straight to the point. Mr. Parker Philemon, your grandfather, was the owner of the renowned Visionary Ventures Group. He left you an inheritance of over ten trillion dollars. However, it won't all be given to you at once but progressively. What I have here is your grandfather's will and the stock transfer agreement for Visionary Ventures Group. As soon as you sign, you'll become the owner."

Although Dylan had never heard of his so-called grandfather, he was very familiar with Visionary Ventures Group. It was the largest company in Carthage City, and Helen, that b***h, worked at Beauty Advertising Media, a subsidiary of Visionary Ventures.

Sidney Gibson, Alexander's father, was the vice chairman of the company. The chairman's position had been vacant, so the employees saw Sidney as the boss.

But Dylan quickly noticed something in Perry's words and focused on the key point, "Not for me at once? Does that mean part of the fortune goes to others?"

Perry adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and replied, "You could understand it that way. To inherit your grandfather's vast properties, there are a few additional conditions. If you fail to meet them, the inheritance will be divided among other family members. Before I explain the conditions, let me provide some background. Your grandfather had three sons. Your father was the eldest and was the originally designated heir to the family fortune. Your mother was the daughter of another wealthy family. "

Then he added, "After their marriage, with your mother and her family's support, your father doubled the family's assets in just a year. However, just as your grandfather was about to officially make him the heir, your parents died in a car accident. Now, back to the main point. Your grandfather's will has three conditions: first, you should personally take over Visionary Ventures Group; second, marry Lillian Herbert; and third, find out the truth about your parents' deaths within a year."

Dylan thought for a moment and then asked directly, "Who is Lillian Herbert? Why do I have to marry her? And if my grandfather couldn't find out the truth about my parents' deaths, how am I supposed to? Isn't that asking too much?"

Perry clapped his hands and said, "Smart questions. However, I don't have answers to those. Your grandfather must have had his reasons. As for investigating your parents' deaths, it's likely a test of your abilities. Again, your grandfather wouldn't have set this task without a good reason.

Noticing that Dylan hadn't signed the documents yet, Perry continued to ask,"As for Miss Lillian Herbert, you'll learn about her in due time after you take over the inheritance. Any more questions?"

By all accounts, an ordinary person would be too excited to hold a pen if such a fortune fell into their lap. But Dylan was an exception—he got more excited than anyone in the heat of the moment, yet more composed than anyone when it mattered.

Dylan finally came to his senses and asked, "One last question. What happens if I can't fulfill these three conditions?"