Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 569

Stella spoke with a lazy, relaxed drawl, "There's really not much to tell. He lost a drinking competition to me at a bar, which meant he owed me a massive favor.

"Later, he got into a street race and wrecked his car. It flipped, and he was inches from death when I pulled him out.

"So, holding both a debt of honor and a life debt over his head, I roped him into my plans. I made him invest in Astral Pharmaceuticals and ordered him to clear any bureaucratic red tape we hit. After all, he's the infamous Demon King, and his dad is the richest man in the city. The connections were already there.

"When Astral was first getting off the ground, we hit countless roadblocks. He offered a lot of brilliant strategic advice, and I quickly realized he was a savant when it came to corporate management.

"Based on his recommendations, I carved out another ten percent of the shares so he could bring his own trusted allies on board. But I retain the vast majority of the equity.

"I am the absolute majority shareholder. And as the market has proven, my judgment was flawless. He runs Astral like a well-oiled machine."

Essentially, she provided the capital and the revolutionary medical patents, while Kyson handled all the grueling corporate warfare—including securing the physical headquarters.

Julius gently stroked her hair. "You made a brilliant call. Turning a startup into an industry titan that quickly proves he truly is a genius."

Some people spent their entire lives grinding away without ever seeing that kind of success. She had crossed paths with the Demon King and built an empire overnight. Beyond her sheer talent, her luck was undeniably phenomenal.

"So, from the time you turned eighteen until you returned to the Hawthorne family, were you living in Bay City?"

"Not always. I only go there when the R&D team needs me to step in, or when Kyson demands my presence for board meetings that require the majority shareholder. Otherwise, my schedule is completely unpredictable."

Stella let out a soft yawn. "I traveled everywhere. My mentors were constantly sending me on randomized field assignments."

To temper her skills, her mentors had thrown her into an endless gauntlet of high-stakes missions. She rarely had a moment of downtime.

"How did you learn to race cars like that?"

He had watched the viral footage Vernon Lowell had sent him of Stella tearing up the track in Lynwood City.

Her driving wasn't just good—it was terrifyingly perfect. Most professional international racers couldn't hold a candle to her skills.

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