From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 374

Chapter 374: The Bloodline Chairman (Part 1)

Sanna had prepared Sheri thoroughly, giving her daughter a long briefing about the task ahead. She made sure Sheri understood that this opportunity was more than just a courtesy call, it could shape both their family’s future and the Stable family’s ambitions. If Sheri handled herself well, she would not only make a good impression on the Billion Bloodline Group but also solidify the Curts family’s ties to them. On top of that, she would expand the relationship between their own household and the Stables, who were pressing hard for this deal.

Sanna had even taken the precaution of asking Anton to draft a contract beforehand. The document, already signed on his end, promised favorable terms to the Curts family in exchange for facilitating the introduction. It included clauses granting them ample promotional opportunities at a fraction of the normal cost. It was bold, a gamble, and it all hinged on whether Sheri could present the matter convincingly.

For Sheri, though, it felt like a heavy burden. She wasn’t simply presenting herself; she was, in a sense, expected to sell one company on behalf of another, and that company wasn’t even hers.

As she walked toward the front gate of the former Fortis building, now proudly stamped with the crimson diamond logo of the Billion Bloodline Group, she paused and drew in a deep breath. The courtyard stretched before her, wide and imposing, flanked by uniformed guards who looked more like soldiers than private security.

I hope Mother won’t be disappointed if this doesn’t work out, she thought nervously, her palms sweating despite the cool breeze. I don’t really know the inner details of business. All I have is this contract tucked in my bag, and a few polite words prepared in my head. Why couldn’t that fool Anton come himself? Oh right... if he had, he would’ve probably messed everything up even worse. Still, if I fail, she has to understand. She must.

The glass doors slid open, and Sheri stepped inside the lobby. The space was striking, polished marble floors, sleek furniture, and a faint scent of cedar that gave the atmosphere a mixture of wealth and authority. At the reception desk stood a blonde-haired man in a sharp suit. His posture was upright, his demeanor calm yet commanding, and there was something about him that tugged at Sheri’s memory.

The moment she saw him, she froze. The familiarity gnawed at her until he spoke.

"Sheri Curts," the man greeted with a warm smile, stepping forward and extending his hand. "It’s good to see you again."

His voice clicked the memory into place. Sheri blinked in surprise as she accepted his hand.

"Ah! You were at my graduation party, weren’t you? The representative who attended on behalf of the Billion Bloodline Group," she said, giving a small bow of her head. "I apologize for not recognizing you right away. I had so much on my mind that day, and I was constantly meeting new people."

She wasn’t wrong, Warma had gone to extra lengths at the party to appear particularly sharp and refined, presenting himself as a polished envoy. Today, though still well-dressed, he looked more like himself: his hair slightly looser, glasses perched nearby, his face relaxed rather than perfectly curated. It was enough to make him seem like a different person altogether. Still, Sheri couldn’t shake the strange sense that she had seen him elsewhere as well.

"Actually," Warma added, "that wasn’t the first time we met."

Sheri tilted her head, confused.

"I also saw you at Abby’s funeral," Warma said softly.

At those words, Sheri’s mind was pulled back to that somber day. Images of the funeral flashed in her head, the heavy atmosphere, the mourners gathered in silence. She had felt uncomfortable then, out of place, because although she had liked Abby and respected her as a good person, she had never been close to her in the same way others were. Attending had felt more like an obligation than a personal farewell. And now, realizing that Warma had been there too, she finally placed the connection.

"Wait," she said, eyes widening. "Now I remember. You’re Cindy’s father, aren’t you? And here you are, working as a representative of the Billion Bloodline Group. What a coincidence!"

Warma’s smile broadened slightly. If you really knew who was right under your nose, Sheri, I doubt you’d believe it at all,he thought privately.

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