The Poor Billionaire

Chapter 49 The Underground Enemy

"Mr. Warren, permit me to say that you don't have any choice but to accept the assets. Your father has

already transferred everything in your name. The documents have been signed and sealed. There's no

going back!" Egan chuckled, patted Horace on the shoulder, and added, "Mr. Warren, welcome back to

the Warren family. You must work hard!"

"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 Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

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.