RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System

The invite to the reading of the will took me by surprise.

Not only was I informed of the event a bit too close to its date for comfort, but I hadn't even expected to be invited.

[Ding!!

Sub-mission (optional):

Kill the leader and all his goons

Reward: 7% stake in Ford Motors

Mission duration: Tonight]

That had been the mission, and its rewards had been clearly stated. Considering the heat I was suffering for putting my hands on his 7% stake in Ford, receiving another gift from Albert was the last thing on my mind.

It was a good thing that on the upcoming Monday and Tuesday, I would be free, having no exams. But my mind groaned at the thought that I would have to hurriedly fly on Tuesday night.

Receiving Grace's advice—her words giving Denise and me another direction to look at things—I decided to honour the invitation and go hear what further chaos Albert was planning to stir in the world despite already being dead.

With the next day booked, I spent Monday studying and working with Denise on the upcoming projects.

It was a novel feeling to work with my POA, and during the course of the day, especially later on, I found myself nearly wanting to make a move on her—particularly given her new look.

"I didn't know I had a thing for long hair."

When I asked Denise the reason behind her new long black hair, which reached to her bum and covered it completely, she said she just wanted to try something new. But I found myself doubting that more and more, especially considering how perfectly it targeted me.

When out of the house, she had the hair wrapped, but within, she let it fall down her body. Its styling left one side of her face clear, exposing her red lips, often giving me regular hard-ons.

Of course, there was a consequence to this: Catherine had to let go of two more of her maids, and I found the remaining maids around the house wearing quite fond smiles when around me.

"Don't blame them, Catherine. How many women can say they banged the youngest billionaire in the world and still got paid for it?"

Catherine had no reply to my words that evening, but Denise was interested.

"Youngest billionaire? You've decided to give yourself a title?"

"Sky Warthag is considered the youngest billionaire below 30.

I'm 25."

I raised my hand as I said those last words, and Denise narrowed her eyes at me.

"Aren't you the one who said you didn't want public attention?

You can thank the millions we allocate yearly to keeping your name from the public."

"That almost sucks to know.

You're right that I prefer keeping things lowkey, but some very tempting perks come with being famous.

Besides, the news has already blown up in my school, there isn't much we can do to keep it suppressed."

Aside from the matter of my lust for my POA's rear and the issue of my rising popularity, two more issues lingered between Denise and me, issues we had put on hold.

First was the charity I had decided to start.

Sure, we had already discussed the pros and cons of my move, both of us accepting that if things went our way, then it was a perfect play. But the issue still hovered.

"Where are we getting a hundred million?"

As for the second issue, this one wasn't on me, it was on Denise.

I get into Michigan, and the first thing I find myself doing is going commando and taking out what should've been a mercenary team that had taken over ML Firm.

While we were trying to tackle Regan Bastion and any other enemies in Michigan, Denise was busy causing aggravation of her own—offending individuals not scared of implementing covert operations on American soil and in public spaces.

No, for these two issues, while we were yet to have a conversation about them, I planned to allow Denise to handle her matter on her own while I handled the issue of the hundred million myself.

For the reading of the will, I left Denise's mansion at 2 p.m. on Tuesday, heading to Palmer Woods in downtown Detroit and driving past two large wooden gates into a vast compound.

"Neat," I commented from the back of the car.

"The house has been in the hands of the Casters for more than a decade now.

It used to belong to an old couple that lived through the World War but then found the city too hectic and wanted to relocate.

Lia selected the place, and Albert bought it for his wife and family."

"Hmm. I doubt you were in any sort of contact with Albert when this happened. How do you know the story?"

"Throughout our time together, Albert mentioned this story to me twice. He seemed quite sentimental about it."

"That sounds like a clue."

"Perhaps."

Along with Grace driving the black SUV was one of Denise's maids.

The woman had on a maid outfit, but Denise insisted she was a driver. When I questioned her about the uniform hugging the girl's body, Denise shrugged and said it was because the girl served her even outside the house.

Following the directions of the parking attendant ahead, the car was led farther into the compound and to a parking space already filled with a variety of cars.

"Why do I feel like I came here with the cheapest vehicle?"

As I asked this question, my gaze shifted to Grace, because she and Denise were the only ones who could've enabled this.

"Because you did.

While this is very much business, we have to remember that Albert was a father and husband.

Any chance to show condolence should be taken."

"Doesn't this make us seem weak?"

"You starved off the hands that wanted to dig into you and somehow got Denise on your team as your POA.

They might look down on you, but only a fool would still think of you as weak."