The poor Billionaire novel (Ethan) novel Chapter 49
"Work hard?" Horace was stunned. He found Egan's words a little confusing. 'What is he talking about? Why must I work hard?'
"Ahem..." Egan nodded when he heard Horace's question. He solemnly said, "Mr. Warren, listen to me carefully. Your father does all this for the sake of your future. Please don't let him down."
"Mr. Hudson, I don't understand why you are saying this. What's going on? Why are you advising me not to let my father down?" Horace finally asked in confusion after he couldn't fathom the reason himself.
"Mr. Warren, you are your father's only child, but you are just one of the competitors running for the position of the Warren family's future leader. You need to work hard to defeat the other contenders. I'm advising you so you can become the heir to the position as soon as possible. If you prove yourself worthy, your father would gladly hand over everything to you. Nevertheless, you don't need to worry too much. Maybe your father would be able to defeat the rebellious family members soon. At that time, even if you lose the competition, he would do everything within his power to make you his successor!" Egan comforted him with strong assurance.
"God!" Horace was shocked when he heard this explanation. After staring in a daze for a while, he asked, "Mr. Hudson, is it possible that I can be exempted from the competition for the heir? I don't want to be my father's successor!"
Everyone in the shop was shocked again to hear this outright refusal. Most of them shook their heads in disapproval. They couldn't believe that he had just refused to be the heir to such a powerful position. 'What the fuck! Is he alright upstairs? I'm so pissed! He's throwing away such a great position like it's nothing. Gosh! If you don't want to be the heir, let's switch places. How I wish I was from that family!' They had mouthfuls to say, but they could only complain in their hearts.
Horace's refusal didn't anger Egan at all. As an old man, he knew that it would be difficult for a young man like Horace to accept such great responsibility. He just chuckled and stated, "Mr. Warren, we can talk about it in the future. You don't have to worry about that now. I implore you to enjoy the money you have. Buy whatever you want, your account will never run dry. There's no need for you to cut down on your spending. The Warren family has so much money that you can't spend it all in your lifetime. So, feel free and live your life to the fullest starting from today!"
These words whipped up everyone's astonishment. They all looked at Horace with their eyes filled with jealousy. Money flowed like water in his family, so he didn't need to worry about cutting down expenses or spending measly. They all wished they could be in his shoes.
'Oh my Goodness! Why didn't God send me to the Warren family? If my family ever told me to squander their money that it will never finish, I will lose my mind!'
They wanted to put in their two cents, but they could only watch the scene. Horace was the descendant of the Warren family, not them. His family matters were none of their business. 'Wow! Is this what all the top trust-fund babies enjoy exclusively? It's must be nice!'
Egan patted Horace on the back to add finality to his words. He suddenly turned to look at Fraser, who was still kneeling on the floor. "Fraser, you are one of the top players in Rinas. At the early stage of your business, the Warren family sponsored and made beneficial connections for you. You made great progress and finally became the eighth richest man in this city. Now you only have nine billion and three hundred million dollars, a wife, a legitimate son, and seven mistresses. You are such a pathetic loser! How dare you look down on Mr. Warren?"
'Eh? Did he just call him a loser? No, I disagree. Mr. Lyons is at the peak of his career. He's currently doing well for himself. Many ordinary people look up to him. He has more than an average person can ever need in a lifetime. Why did this old man call him a loser? What kind of power does the Warren family wield? Why did the wealthiest of men look like ants in their presence?' Several questions boggled the minds of the ordinary people present in the shop. In their eyes, Fraser was a big shot. He dusted many people in the rat race for riches, fame, and success. Thus, it was appalling that this old man saw him as a loser.
'This goes on to say that there's indeed a huge gap between us and the rich. We can never understand what goes on in their small circle!'
Fraser looked at Egan in horror when he heard those words. He cowered and apologized in a trembling voice, "Mr. Hudson, I'm sorry. Please let me go this one time!"
He had thought the highest person Horace would call was Raul. Although Raul was the general director of the Warren family's affairs in Rinas, he didn't have the power to deal with Fraser. He needed to report it to a superior first.
Fraser had already contacted the superior and told him a cock and bull story. This was why he was unperturbed a while ago. To his dismay, he met with a bigger problem. Egan, who was a revered staff in the Warren family, had come down here from Antawood.
"I should let you go? Tsk, tsk, tsk. You have less significance than an ant in my eyes, but that doesn't mean I would let you go easily. Since you had the guts to insult Mr. Warren, you are doomed this time!"
Egan shot a disdainful glare at Fraser, who was still on his knees. "Marcus is so capable that he even managed to send his right-hand men in Rinas. Tut, tut, tut! That brat took action quickly this time. Before, he was considered as the best candidate for the heir of the Warren family's leader. But now that Horace is back, the obstacles threatening the current authority of the family would be nipped in the bud. Horace must become the head of the family in the future!"
When Fraser heard Egan's statement, he knew that he had met his waterloo today. He had been to the Warren family's house in Antawood, so he knew that Egan was one of Randall's most trusted confidants. More so, Horace was the only son of Randall. He didn't need anyone to tell him that Randall would surely prioritize his son's future by paving the way for him. Marcus Warren was one of the stumbling blocks that stood in Horace's way to becoming the head of the family.
Fraser had received help from Marcus many years ago. His allegiance was with him and he worked for him. He had thought this was a secret, but he hadn't expected that Randall had found out about it.
'Randall indeed deserves to be the head of the Warren family. Nothing gets past him!' Fraser sighed helplessly as he stared at Egan. The next second, he burst into laughter. He was sure that everything had ended for him. He had nothing else to lose, so he wasn't afraid anymore.
He pointed at Horace and laughed mockingly. "Humph! Is that the person you want as an heir? A loser who lived in penury for eighteen years doesn't deserve to be the head of the Warren family! Ha-ha! This is the dumbest joke of the century. I only recognize Marcus as the heir. As for Horace, it might interest you to know that not all the family members and associates would accept him, just like I don't. He's just a bastard who grew outside the Warren family's household for almost two decades. What a sorry excuse for a successor!"
"Huh!" Egan chuckled and shook his head, as if he was mocking Fraser's ignorance. He then turned around to look at something.
Everyone followed his gaze only to see that another young man in casual clothes had suddenly appeared at the door of the shop.
The hefty man slowly walked up to Fraser. Just when he was about to speak, the man stepped forward gently and covered his mouth. He used his other hand to lift Fraser. Afterward, he dragged him towards the door.
Before they got out, Egan's voice rang out. "Fraser, you are nothing but a mere associate of the Warren family in Rinas. You are always running your mouth, but you don't know anything about the family in Antawood. Do you know the man who's dragging you out of here right now? Have you ever heard of the Dark Fist owned by the Warren family in Antawood?"
"Ah! The Dark Fist?" Fraser almost fainted out of fear. All the other associates also shook in trepidation.
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