Ruler of Wall Street

Chapter 3

Perry smiled. "Good question. If you can't fulfill the conditions, you'll just treat it as a dream. You'll go back to where you came from, and you won't take a cent with you."

Dylan jumped in, "I get it. So, for the duration of one year, Visionary Ventures Group is mine, and I can spend the money as I wish, right?"

"In principle, yes. And actually, you don't need to touch Visionary Ventures' funds at all. I forgot to mention, aside from the real estate, you also get an unlimited black card." Perry said, pulling a card from his briefcase and handing it to Dylan. "If there are no further questions, shall we proceed with the signing? Of course, you're not being forced to sign. You can choose to walk away."

Dylan grinned. "After being poor for over twenty years, I finally get a break. Why wouldn't I sign? After all, I have nothing to lose."

Without reading the over-ten-page contract, Dylan signed his name. It wasn't that he didn't want to read it; the technical jargon was beyond his comprehension. He had nothing to lose and everything to gain, even if it meant living like a billionaire for just a year. Only a fool would pass this up.

Seeing Dylan's signature, Perry's face lit up with a smile. "Mr. Philemon, my job here is done. Tomorrow morning, the executives from Visionary Ventures will contact you. From now on, you're part of Carthage City's elite. If you need any legal advice, feel free to reach out to me." Perry said.

"Of course. Thank you, Mr. Albert, for coming out so late." Dylan tried to contain his excitement.

At this moment, Dylan was thrilled. Just being the boss of Visionary Ventures Group was enough to exhilarate him. He could make that b***h Helen regret ever crossing him, and make Alexander and the rest pay dearly.

As Dylan disappeared into the night, Perry watched from the car. He then pulled out his phone and dialed a number. It rang twice before being answered.

"Hello, I've handed the will over to Mr. Philemon as per your instructions. Is there anything else you need me to do?"

The voice on the other end asked, "What was his reaction?"

Perry chuckled. "Mr. Philemon was more composed than I expected. He wasn't overwhelmed by the fortune but instead asked about potential risks. Although he's currently just a low-level worker, he carries the Philemon family bloodline. Once he enters this circle, he'll quickly grow into his role."

The voice on the other end said, "Good, very good. You've done well. I'll increase your rate by ten percent. Since you're in Carthage City, if Dylan encounters any issues, lend him a hand. He's just starting to integrate into high society."

Perry replied, "Of course. It's my pleasure. I will."

After hanging up, a faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on Perry's face.

***

Dylan returned to his apartment and collapsed onto the bed still soaked from the rain. In just one hour, his life had undergone a complete upheaval—from catching Helen in a threesome to inheriting ten trillion dollars. If it weren't for the two wills on his desk and the black card in his hand, he would have thought it was all a dream.

The next morning, Dylan was woken up by a phone call. Byron Gosse, the general manager of Visionary Ventures Group, had come to pick him up.

Dylan quickly got ready, changing into a slightly drier delivery uniform before stepping into Byron's Rolls-Royce.

"Mr. Philemon, I look forward to working with you. Let me fill you in on the company's status…" Byron explained, but Dylan barely listened. His mind was preoccupied with visions of the bitchy Helen regretting what she had done and begging him for forgiveness when she discovered he was the company's boss.

"Welcome, Mr. Philemon!" Ten high-ranking executives greeted Dylan with bows as he exited the car, accompanied by Byron. He was still in his delivery uniform.

"Hello," Dylan nodded, trying to appear calm.

These people were the top echelon of Carthage City. Any one of them could make decisions that would affect countless lives, including Sidney Gibson, Alexander's father, who essentially ran Beauty Advertising Media in the absence of a chairman. Alexander had made Helen participate in his threesome with just a word.

"Please, Mr. Philemon," Byron and the other executives ushered Dylan into the building and up to the CEO's private elevator.

On the 66th floor, Byron personally prepared tea for Dylan. He smiled obsequiously and said, "Mr. Philemon, the senior executives are waiting outside to report on the latest projects that need your approval."

"There's no need," Dylan said. "You handle the company's affairs. You don't need to report to me." He had no interest in the company's business and no expertise in it either.

"Thank you, sir. According to the will, there's a stock transfer agreement and some documents related to Beauty Advertising Media that require your signature." Byron clapped his hands, and an assistant entered with the papers.

Dylan smiled slightly and nodded, thinking to himself, 'Alexander Gibson, this time, our roles are reversed.'