From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 434

Chapter 434: The Black Mask

The location for the critical meeting was set not at the imposing Billion Bloodline building, but at the massive, sprawling research facility that Bobo had created. Although Bobo had politely offered to come to him, the standard protocol when dealing with a chairman, Max had thought it was strategically far better if he paid them a visit instead. He had a pressing logistical problem: there were too many people, especially the executive staff, who knew he was just an intern within the Fortis Group. If the mysterious Chairman suddenly showed up at their headquarters, they would inevitably ask where Max was, potentially exposing his double life. Besides the practical reasons, Max was also genuinely curious to see what exactly 400 million in initial investment money had been spent on.

Driving in one of their many luxurious vehicles, a sleek black sedan they had kept from the fallen Stable family’s assets, they pulled up right in front of the building. The first thing Max saw was not the building itself, but a rather large, elaborate, three-tiered fountain located in the circular drive. It was a chaotic, overly decorative display of sculpted metal and splashing water.

"And these companies wonder why they go broke," Max commented flatly, his voice dry with contempt, even before the car had fully stopped. "When they’re spending money on lavish, useless decorations like this, rather than trying to actually do their job and generate profit."

Na was speechless himself as he pulled the sedan to a seamless stop. The facility was enormous, stretching incredibly wide across the landscape, almost like a giant, glass-and-steel car park that went on forever. Although the Rejected Corps had some level of money, expensive cars, and accumulated assets, Na had never thought he would be seeing this level of pure corporate wealth in his lifetime. It wasn’t just one grand building; it was one ostentatious structure after another, all built to project an image of endless capital. The sheer opulence was breathtaking, even if it was clearly inefficient.

Standing rigidly in front of the sprawling facility was Bobo, who was wearing a crisp white overcoat, looking meticulously professional, as if she were one of the researchers herself and someone who never took a break. By her side, there was another woman, standing stiffly and radiating an unmistakable aura of expensive disapproval.

"Who’s the woman in the sunglasses?" Warma asked Max, still sitting in the backseat, running a quick mental file check.

"She’s Karen Stern, one of my aunts. I told you she might be here," Max confirmed. The information that Chad had grudgingly given had come in handy after all, proving his worth. Max wondered if facing his manipulative aunt would be more of a hindrance or a strategic benefit to their objective.

Na finally moved, getting out of the driver’s seat. He swiftly walked around the car to open the doors for Warma and Max.

"That’s quite the big guard he has," Karen commented immediately, her voice sharp and critical behind her dark, designer sunglasses. She addressed Bobo but was clearly speaking for the Chairman’s benefit. "Did he really have to bring security? Does he not trust us?"

"It appears that the Billion Bloodline group has recently been involved in some significant trouble that warrants high security," Bobo answered, defending the investor before they even stepped out. She was eager to keep the deal on track. "So, it’s understandable. And on top of that, not a single person has seen the face of the Chairman to this day, but they guaranteed that we would be seeing him in person."

When Warma stepped out first, both Bobo and Karen were visibly surprised. Given the scale of the company, they initially assumed the first person to emerge from the back seat, Warma, would be the Chairman. Of such a big, powerful venture capital company, they imagined that the true leader would have some type of instantly recognizable, dominating presence.

"I don’t think that’s the Chairman," Bobo whispered quickly to Karen, slightly deflated. "That’s merely their messenger. The Curts family told me about him, he handles the logistics."

"Well, he did say we would be seeing him, not exactly his face," Karen muttered under her breath, a grudging note of acceptance in her voice, instantly recognizing that the mystery only enhanced his power.

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