Chapter 74 - 74: MAN OF CULTURE

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At some time the mature beauty had turned in my direction and now we were looking at each other eyeball to eyeball, a heavy pressure rapidly building up in my head and my eyes stinging a bit, urging me to blink. I stayed looking at the woman with a smile, not hiding the deep unholy desire I felt for her till the dismissible sensations I had been feeling turned into the feeling of a hundred needles prickling my skin. The grin on my face quickly turned to a frown as I realized there was more at play, before I could make sense of what was happening, the woman's lips twitched into a small grin and I was hit with a stabbing pain in my head. The world suddenly went dark like light had been taken from the world and then when light returned I was presented with the backs of the three women leaving the elevator. "Thick" I muttered rubbing my aching head and watching the big butts of the two women in black grind and sway as they walked away. Before the elevator door closed I saw the two women turn to me with deadly stares, but then the woman in the middle said some words and nodding their head they looked away. [You are one hell of a pervert host. A man of culture] [Ding!! You have unlocked Mental, congratulations host, this is an important milestone in your growth] [Ding your perverseness knows no bounds, not even before giants that could crush you. You have been bestowed with the title, MAN OF CULTURE] Happy with getting a reward but confused at the genuine praise from the system, I wanted to inquire for more, but the elevator rang out, stopping and revealing me to a handsome middle-aged man dressed in an ash suit. "Mr, Lawson," The man said extending a hand which I took "Yes" "I'm Dwayne Garrick the one who called you on the phone" "Oh" Dwayne and I exchanged pleasantries and then he led me forward, going past the floor's receptionist, several working desks, and rooms and then arriving at his office. Dwayne's office was quite fancy, wide enough for me to fit in three of my apartments, have three glass table and leather chairs that made me want to run my hands over them. "Have a seat" he pointed me to a cushion at the side of his office and then picking up some files he came over to me. "Here he said" dropping a picture on my desk. "This the man that has changed your life, Albert Chase." "Albert Chase" I muttered, looking at the white-haired man in the image. "He looks like a gangster" I muttered, my eyes going to the man's slicked hair and his white moustache, the grin on his face strengthening my opinion of me. "Yes, Albert was a hard man. He caused the most headaches but always had everyone's best interest at heart. Do you recognise him" "No" "He said you wouldn't since when last you guys met, you were still just a boy." "I see" "You know you're taking this quite well, considering even I am still stunned that he decided to transfer all his shares to you just because you helped him with a 20-dollar bill when he was at his most desperate years ago." "I don't remember the old man, but I do remember giving someone 20 dollars. It was night time and he seemed like he would die of hunger anytime." "Well, it was the greatest decision of your life because now it has earned you wealth that generations of families would never be able to attain" This story about me receiving wealth for giving off 20 dollars wasn't new to me because it had been stated in the email I had been sent days ago. The whole situation was bizarre but it was happening right in front of me. "Take this, read it and sign." I took a document and started reading it but halfway turned to Dwayne in shock. "1995" Shrugging his shoulders Dwayne gave me a smile that said he also didn't understand what was going on. After saving Mark and Anna and ending the lives of the kidnappers, the system delivered the 7% stake in Ford Motors it owed me by having Albert Chase transfer their shares to me, not will it but transfer it. I had tried asking the system for more info about this transfer of wealth, wanting to know why Albert would transfer a ton of his hard-earned wealth to me, but the system had been quiet about it, all it had told me was that I would get my shares. seaʀᴄh thё Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. In the email I had gotten, it had been revealed to me that Albert Chase had died just two days ago and that before that he had put his shares in a trust fund, a trust fund meant for me. With Chase's death being on the same day the system gave me the mission, I figured the man had created the trust fund on that same day, but now from what I was reading, it said that Albert created and ran the trust fund for me since 1995. I wanted to be shocked and speechless considering I never got this in my past life, but if the system could bring me back in time, then what was stopping it from seeing the future or changing the past. "No one knew about this trust fund, till Albert disclosed it to the board members the day before his death," Dwayne said. "I see" I muttered silently reading the document which concerned my identity. I signed a few other mundane documents before Dwayne stood up. "I believe we're done here," Dwayne said standing to his feet, and then he looked at his watch. "Good, we're just in time." "In time for what." "A board meeting. The board members have been informed of your presence and they are elated to see the newest adoption to the table." "How come you didn't inform me of this" "I wasn't sure you would make it here in teem and that we would be done so quickly" I frown at this new development, looking down at my clothes in doubt but then Dwayne patted me on the back. "Don't be so self-conscious, everyone understands your situation, no one will criticize you. They've already been informed let's not keep them waiting." Dwayne said already heading out of the office. With a sigh, I followed after Dwayne, I didn't want to go but at the same time I didn't have any real reason not to and I saw no reason to needlessly offend a bunch of oldies. Those guys held grudges like it was money. We walked for some seconds and then, "Alright past this point, I can't follow you"

Chapter 74 - 74: MAN OF CULTURE

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