From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 370

Chapter 370: An Early Opening

The Billion Bloodline Group was now officially recognized as a large venture capitalist firm. On paper, at least, it had all the markings of legitimacy. The statement went out across financial news outlets, investment newsletters, and even reached smaller regional papers. This was no minor move in the business world, it was a declaration.

Unlike many other venture capital firms, the Bloodline Group had no specialty carved into its description. It was not strictly targeting technology startups, nor did it market itself as an expert in biotech, logistics, or green energy. It didn’t highlight expertise in medical, industrial, or entertainment sectors either. Instead, the carefully crafted message framed it as a group that wanted to invest directly in local economies, supporting national industries while simultaneously contributing to the growth of the Notting Hill economy, where the company claimed to have been founded.

It was vague, broad, and yet appealing. It left no doors closed.

Officially, the firm would open its doors to clients and potential partners in just a few days. Meetings were already being scheduled. Invitations had been sent out, and many smaller companies, struggling to gain the attention of London’s more established VC networks, were preparing their pitches with renewed hope.

Behind the public relations mask, the purchase of the Fortis Group building and its assets had quietly transformed into the headquarters of the Billion Bloodline Group. The report had been written with precision, and Warma himself had overseen the distribution of every press statement.

Still, mystery clung to the company like a shadow. Rumors spread quickly. Who was really behind it? Who sat on the board? Who was funding the massive investment pools? And most importantly, who was the chairman?

No answers were given. Every time those questions were raised, they were neatly sidestepped. The company was privately owned, and therefore, such information did not need to be disclosed. For now, curiosity only added to the mystique.

Warma leaned back in his chair, almost giddy. His smile stretched wider than it had in years. "I can’t believe it," he said softly.

He was seated opposite a luxurious, oversized desk. The apartment they were in hardly resembled an apartment at all. The ceilings stretched nearly four meters high, the walls were decorated with patterned moldings and polished surfaces, and the furnishings carried the shine of wealth. To Warma, it felt more like the reception lobby of a five-star hotel than a place someone actually lived in.

Max noticed the look on his face and smirked. "Don’t get lost staring at the decorations. Half of this junk was already here. I just kept most of what the last guy left behind. It’s a bit extravagant for my taste."

"Ah, that’s not what I was thinking at all," Warma replied quickly, waving his hands. "The apartment is nice, sure, but that’s not it. I was just... thinking about how far this has all come. It’s been my dream to run something like this.

"You know how it’s been for me. Working with private customers, running analysis, giving advice, that’s all I could do. We could only ever suggest what to invest in. We never had the influence to actually shape a company’s path. But now..." His eyes gleamed. "Now, we do. This is the test. This is my theory being put to work. I get to see if I was right all along."

Max chuckled and leaned back. "Right, right. Just remember, don’t burn it all down trying to prove yourself. I don’t mind you taking risks, but I don’t want to lose everything in one go either."

That was always the danger with venture capital. Huge sums of money were poured into companies up front, often with little immediate return. Sometimes the payoff came years later, if at all. But for Max, that risk was easier to shoulder than for most.

He had something the others didn’t, his underground operations. The gangs, the deals, the side businesses. They brought in steady cash flow, more than enough to prop up the shiny corporate image for as long as necessary.

"Well," Warma said, still smiling, "I can see why you chose to live here. This place has protection. You’re surrounded by all the Fortis members, and no one would ever guess that the chairman himself is staying under the same roof as them."

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