CHAPTER 39: NOT SO ON GAME

"Hello, Son-in-law" Moov chuckled as he picked the call.

"Hello..."

"...You’re not even going to call me Father-in-law? How sad" he huffed

"What’s going on, Sir?" Trent asked ignoring him.

"Come to the Manor now"

"What?"

"It’ll be better if we sit down and talk, won’t it. I’ll be expecting you" he added, hanging up.

Trent stared at the phone as it disconnected. Who does this old fart think he is?

The Madam says to take whatever he throws? Bullshit...

He slowed down the car,

This is so ridiculous.

Let’s go see what he has up his sleeve

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"Hello, Sir" the security greeted as he walked in,

"Hello" he glanced at him, not really paying attention. Too pissed to.

What sort of Business man have security this tight?

Definitely a shady one. He chuckled.

That’s what Morlov is and if there’s anything, that’s probably what this meeting was about.

"You’re here" Morlov walked out of his drawing room with a lady,

"Come in"

He nodded at the lady as she walked past him. What’s going on?

"I heard you fancied one of my workers"

Trent froze. What?

"Sc— Yenifer, was it?"

Oh. He seems to not know.

"Yes, Sir— I admired the way she carried herself at the dinner"

"She’s a brave one— meeting you for an interview"

"Definitely—" he scoffed, "works hard too"

What did Scarlet tell Morlov?

"You can have her" Morlov chuckled,

"Should keep you happy with the fake..." He caught himself,

This bastard... Was he still on the topic of fake marriage?

"Forgive me" he chuckled, pouring the wine into glasses,

"How’s your marriage going?"

Something caught his eyes before he could answer— was that underwear? A ladies?

He turned away,

"It’s going great, Sir. Thanks to your blessings"

Morlov scanned him and looked at the place he was looking.

Shit. Lydia— That dumb...

"How’s the Business going, Sir" Trent asked, taking the glass.

"You should call me Father... All these formality" Morlov scoffed.

Really... This old bastard and pushing his luck.

"Alright... Father"

"That’s more like it..." He chuckled, "Business is going very great. That’s one of the reasons why I called. To give you some deals"

"Deals?"

"Yeah... I can’t be the only one having all these success. Why not put my Son-in-law on game" he replied with a laugh,

"Isn’t that what the kids say these days?"

Trent chuckled— low and dry,

"That’ll be very much appreciated... Father"

"I knew you’d like it" he laughed, gulping the wine,

"A friend from Kraven would like to invest in one of your companies— Zion Foods"

What? That’s a company that’s going down. Why would somebody invest in it?

"The company’s not doing too well these days, though" he looked at him,

"Sure— but he says if you bought it, it’s gotta be gold" Morlov laughed.

"I—"

"Just accept it, Kid— there’s not gonna be an opportunity like this again"

This—

Opportunity?

This seemed off by a wide mark.

"Yes, Sir"

Morlov looked at him for a while, raising his brow,

"You didn’t see that" he muttered, looking at the underwear,

"What’s there?" He laughed, looking straight at the spot,

"Such a lovely couch"

"...I’ll get you one" Morlov chuckled,

"Just be a good kid"

"I’ll tell Miss Serta to stop by and process everything for you, Sir. Thank you very much"

"You’re basically my Son. A good son"

Trent stood up and dropped the glass

"You can leave now"

I was just about to, you dumb fart.

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"What was that about? Explain" he said immediately the call connected.

"Slow down, tiger... I don’t like rough men" she laughed,

"Scarlet... I swear to the Stars that I am so not in the mood for this"

"Will a lullaby put you on?"

"Scarlet!" He snapped, hitting the wheel.

She fell quiet for a while and cleared her throat.

"It’s a money laundry plot"

Knew it... He exhaled. That bastard definitely didn’t mean well.

"And she wants me to take it? Is she well?"

"I’m going to tell her you said she’s mad"

This—

His grip tightened on the wheel,

"I didn’t see you with Morlov"

"Well... If I’m going to spy on you for him, we shouldn’t make you suspicious, no?"

"There’s no reason why I shouldn’t already be" he scoffed,

"...Take it how you will" she huffed,

I don’t understand why she’s doing this either. What did the madam fancy in him?

"The Madam has a plan— go with it"

"It better be good"

"I’ll handle it— see you at the meeting tomorrow" she replied, hanging up.

He looked at the screen. She dared...

And what’s this about a meeting?

And that bastard.

So much for putting his son-in-law on game.

"Old Fart..."

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"Welcome back" Marie glanced at him as he walked in

"Thank you" he exhaled, walking towards them.

She walked towards him, Mia following behind her.

"Welcome back, Sir"

He nodded at Mia handing over a bag,

"I thought we’d have some nice steak tonight"

"Isn’t there meat in the house?" Marie asked, glancing at the bag.

"There is" Mia replied,

"That’s me being a good husband. It deserves some appreciation, doesn’t it?" he huffed,

"Appreciation my ass" she scoffed, watching Mia walk off.

"I saw the news— that didn’t go well..."

"Very shitty day" he sighed,

"The hero play is being eaten up by the media— saved by a soldier... Some are calling it a beautiful start of a romance story" she giggled,

Ugh. Those internet whores.

They proceeded already, huh?

"It’s great that they’re talking it well"

"The Ferret family is having a field day with the Media too"

"What?" He turned to her,

They already started too?

Those assholes... His jaw tightened.

"Who would’ve thought that the Soldier was from such a prestigious family?"

"Not you" he scoffed

"Those assholes... Coming back after they gave him up" she replied, clenching her fist.

He stared at her for a while.

Was this happening with most of the rich families?

"He’s not going to fall for it so easily"

"A close friend?"

"Friend?" He scoffed walking away.

Ugh... What should i do with Anton’s information?

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"10%..." He growled, looking at his phone.

He turned his laptop on immediately, eager to find out the result of the trade he’d taken.

"Holy..." He gasped as he looked at his trading account.

+3700% and running.

Over 370 million in profits.

Marie glanced at him from her call.

Why was he so surprised?

"What’s happening? At this rate, an insect might fly in" she chuckled, sitting down

"N–Nothing" he gulped, turning to her.

"Who was that?"

"Gina— she’s visiting tomorrow" she drew closer to look at the screen.

"Alright... It’s been a while"

"H–Holy..." She gasped, turning to him immediately from the screen.

"Y–You—"

"I know" he chuckled,

"Don’t let one fly in too"

"T–This..." She turned to the screen.

"Three... Thirty... Three hundred?"

"Yep" he pushed her face away slightly and terminated the position.

"Woah..."

"Just a little bit more" he replied, with a smirk.

Over 770 million dollars in his balance.

"You should buy some properties. Can’t have all that sitting here unsecured"

"Yeah"

Made sense.

She exhaled, sitting back down.

"Should I start living the luxurious lifestyle?..."

"For what?" He chuckled, looking at her,

"Keeping appearances, Hun"

"Like you’d be comfortable with the snobby act"

"Right" she scoffed,

"Congratulations"

"Thanks—"

"I guess we can do some shopping— Tell Gina to pick the most expensive Emeralds she has and deliver it to Princess Diana before she leaves"

"Emeralds?"

"Yeah" he closed the laptop,

"She seemed to fancy them. And Loire fashion. Get yourself some things too"

"Alright... Thank you so much, mi dear husband" she giggled.

For some reason... This felt great.

He smiled as he watched her type on her phone.

Not a bad feeling.

He checked his phone as it buzzed. A message— unknown number

SHERATON HOTEL— 7AM, TOMORROW.

He growled, plugging the phone back in

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"Sir..." Xander knocked at the door before walking into the study

"Yeah. Serta says I’ve got a meeting tomorrow?"

"A–Ah. Forgive me for not telling you, Sir"

"It’s okay— you’ve been having a stressful time" he chuckled dropping the book he held.

Xander glanced at the book— one of Seren Rotschen’s journals on politics.

"It’s a great read— could be published" Trent chuckled

The old man really took Politics as a research.

He’d still not found a chance to use the information from the drive.

"T–The meeting" Xander stuttered, drawing his attention,

"It’s by 9am— a meeting with all the executives for Zion and Reeves"

"Alright. What’s that on your hand?"

"This..." Xander dropped the file on his hand, "it’s details about all the Executives— Musk helped in summarizing them based on all their Internet data"

"Oh. That’s amazing" he picked it up,

"Thank you very much— I have to be somewhere before that so you can go first"

"Yes, Sir" he bowed and walked out.

This... Is a masterpiece.

Such detailed information— their tone, relatives, business manners and competency.

Beautiful.

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He looked at the screen as he drove into the hotel,

VIP ROOM 4

What kind of person? He scoffed.

This seems interesting