"Come to the fifth floor of the Thompson Group building, get the property inheritance files for you," said an old man who was currently connected to Brandon by telephone.
Brandon blinked his eyes. He had just bought a car and an apartment, suddenly the system gave him wealth again.
"Okay, I'll be there soon,"
Brandon hurried to change his clothes. Because from campus, he went straight to the new apartment to make the payment. He will live there starting next week so that the apartment unit is completely ready for him to move in and there is time to pack up all his belongings to be transported to the new apartment. Meanwhile, the new car will arrive tomorrow. Brandon can't wait to use his new car to campus.
After changing clothes, he rushed to his destination. It took quite a long time to arrive at his destination because he had to face traffic jams.
"You have five minutes left,"
The warning from the system made Brandon even more panicked. If he can't come on time then the wealth system will fail to give him property assets and he doesn't know what other punishment he will get if the mission fails this time. Does he also have to return all the money in his bank? Oh how is this?!
He immediately entered the magnificent building but was detained by the receptionist. Anyone who comes will be asked to show identity, no one is allowed to enter the building carelessly. But because Brandon was afraid of being late, he finally ran to avoid it. The receptionist tried to chase him. Brandon accidentally bumped into a woman wearing formal office worker clothes. Brandon and the woman fell. The woman named Lianne immediately pushed Brandon with passionate anger because she saw Brandon glancing at her breasts.
"God damn it! What a perverted man! You saw my breast, Bastard! You are s****l harasser!”
"I accidentally!"
Brandon didn't deliberately see because their positions were on top of each other and the top of the woman's clothes was quite open. Brandon accidentally glanced when he was about to get up. He had no intention to offend. The woman should be self-aware. It was her fault because her top didn't cover her breasts completely.
Brandon ran again. He immediately entered the elevator. Luckily, it didn't take long before he arrived at his destination floor.
The elevator stopped in a very magnificent room. There was no one there. It's just Brandon himself so Brandon is confused.
A message came in and Brandon immediately read it "You came on time". Brandon smiled in relief.
He chose to remain standing and looked around. There are tables and chairs arranged very well. The room was empty because it was not being used for any meetings.
“Hello, Mr. Marley,"
Brandon was immediately surprised when suddenly a man came up to him in the room. Brandon immediately greeted with a faint smile.
“Let me introduce myself, I am Mr Michael. Your great uncle's confidant. Mr. Thompson is the founder of the Thompson Group! Lord Thompson moved to England early in his business ventures, dedicating himself completely to his career, where he achieved extraordinary success and amassed an enormous fortune,”
"Mr. Thompson has long cut off contact with his brothers back home. Only you are trusted. Therefore, all his assets will be inherited only by you!" Michael said seriously while sitting across from Brandon with documents in his hand.
"No way, something like this happened to me?!" Brandon's eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth slightly agape. He couldn't believe that a plot taken from a television drama actually happened in the real world!
Michael opened a document, spread it out in front of Brandon, and began detailing its contents.
“Please look at this, Mr. Marley. This is a list of Mr. Thompson's old assets. His 200,500,000 dollar deposit in Wealth Bank has been transferred to your account,”
"Okay, stop! Let me calm down for a moment!" Brandon interrupted Michael's introduction, feeling his heart pound and his breath quicken as he looked at the documents containing countless assets. He stood up from the sofa to calm himself.
Brandon paced a few times to calm himself. After calming down, he then asked, "If you add up all the assets, approximately how much will I get in US dollars?"
Michael glanced at the asset list and after calculating in his mind, answered, “A conservative estimate would be around five trillion.”
"What?! Five trillion?!" Brandon widened his eyes, his head moved even closer to Michael who was sitting in front of him, they were separated by a table.
"Yes, five trillion dollars, at least," said Michael calmly in contrast to Brandon who was already blinking his eyes in surprise.
Brandon fell to his knees when he heard the number. His hands which were now on the table were shaking uncontrollably.
Even if he spent a hundred million dollars a day, it would take him 137 years to spend it all! That amount of money could make him live extravagantly for the rest of his life!
“There must be certain conditions to inherit such a large fortune, right?” Brandon asked while trying to calm his voice and emotions.
Michael opened another document and handed it to Brandon with both hands, saying seriously, "Mr. Marley, this is the will left by Mr. Thompson before he died. As long as you agree to the terms listed here and sign the will, all his assets will be yours."
Hearing this, Brandon took several deep breaths to calm himself. For some reason, he felt that the conditions given would make him very surprised, because he realized that the wealth he would receive was very large. It seems impossible if the conditions are easy and not surprising. With a little nervousness, Brandon's hand took the document and began to read its contents carefully. His eyes blinked when he read the beginning of the sentence and he continued reading to the main part. That's when his eyes widened. His shocked expression could no longer be hidden.
"Oh my God! There is only one condition, and that is to marry Aurora Wilson?" Brandon was stunned after reading the will thoroughly. He didn't think that the condition for inheriting such a large fortune was to marry a woman he didn't even know who he was.