The Poor Billionaire

Chapter 50 A Loyalist's Reward

All the other associates were too stunned by what that young man had done. They were all confused

when Egan mentioned that name. Horace was the only one who had the guts to ask, "The Dark Fist?"

"Yes!" Egan nodded proudly. He then explained slowly, "Mr. Warren, the Dark Fist is your family's

secret department, which is also called Dark Force. It's the real underground master of the Warren

family. It's headed by your father since he's the head of the Warren family. If you work hard in the future

and prove yourself worthy of such power, I believe that your father would hand over the reins of the

Dark Fist to you."

"Is it a powerful department even in the Warren family?" Horace asked in confusion.

"Yes, Mr. Warren. The Dark Fist is one of the top departments that your family controls. Its members

are all elite members of the Warren family. They are known as the family's secret enforcers." Egan

noticed that Horace still had a puzzled expression despite his explanation. With an assuring smile, he

said, "Mr. Warren, there's no need to be so curious about it. You will know everything about your family

when you return to Antawood. For now, I urge you to enjoy your life and wait to hear the news of your

father's victory. It's coming soon!"

"What? Did you just say I should enjoy my life? Can I get the heir position on a platter? Your words are

confusing me more." Horace's perplexity worsened at this moment. 'The Warren family is very

powerful, and so is my father. If I am supposed to be the heir, should I be sitting around doing nothing?

Am I not supposed to be powerful like my predecessors?'

"Don't worry, Mr. Warren. Your father will take care of everything. All you need to do is to take care of

yourself and be ready to take your rightful place when the time comes." With these words, Egan bowed

respectfully to Horace and added, "Mr. Warren, since I have done what your father sent me to do, I will

take my leave now."

'Is my father so awesome?' Horace wondered. Judging from Egan's tone and behavior, Horace could

tell that he almost worshipped his father blindly. He asked further, "Are you leaving so soon?"

"Yes, Mr. Warren! Delivering the gift from your father is the only reason I came to Rinas. He can't leave

Antawood for now. You might be wondering why he hasn't called you yet. It's just that there's a high

probability that his enemies would tap the phone call and eavesdrop on your conversation with him.

The entire family is at a critical time right now. He doesn't want to make any mistake."

Egan bowed again and made his way to the door. When he was about to reach the door, something

occurred to him. He suddenly turned around and said to Horace, "Mr. Warren, now that Fraser has

been taken away, I would like you to know that the position of chairman of the Esastin Food Company

is now vacant. I suggest that you pick someone to fill the position when you have time on your hands. If

you want, you can also assume the position. The ball is in your court. Ha-ha!"

"What? Chairman?" Egan's suggestion took Horace by surprise. He shook his head and added, "The

results of the college entrance examination are coming out soon. I want to go to college. I'm still too

young. So, I certainly don't want to be the chairman!"

For the umpteenth time, Horace's outright refusal stunned everyone.

'Ah! What a willful trust-fund baby! He keeps throwing valuable assets away. Doesn't he know that the

Esastin Food Company is the second largest food company in Rinas and it's worth billions? I can't

believe he doesn't want to be the chairman of such a company. Bloody hell! Please appoint me as the

chairman. If I were this guy, there's no way I would refuse such a tempting offer! Alas! Why am I even

surprised anyway? Wasn't he the one that tried to refuse the assets worth of tens of billions of dollars in

Isido just now? It's not surprising that he's uninterested in the position of chairman of a relatively small

company that was worth several billion dollars. Trying to convince him to take up the position would be

like flogging a dead horse!' All of them sighed helplessly when they remembered everything that

happened earlier.

"Well, Mr. Warren, you don't have to be so nervous. You can be the nominal chairman, so you don't

have to do any work. Your subordinates can do the work for you. Anyway, the Warren family has a lot

of companies like that. If this one goes bankrupt, it won't be a big deal. As I said earlier, if you don't

want the position, you can choose a capable person." Egan chuckled and his eyes gleamed with a

doting glint.

He had been working for Randall for many decades and was one of the few people that knew him best.

After Shari missed, Randall's number one priority was to find Horace. He always talked about his son

and made efforts relentlessly. Now that Horace had been found, Randall wanted to put an end to the

crisis in the Warren family and pass the torch to him.

As the popular saying goes, 'Love me, love my dog'. Egan was loyal to Randall, so he also showed

Horace loyalty. He had been curious to see his boss's son for ages.

'What? This is unbelievable! Can someone tell me that I just misheard this two?' The others found it

hard to believe that Horace and Egan had quickly decided on such an important matter. 'Jeez! This

company was worth billions of dollars. How could they make a decision so casually?'

"Fine!" Horace nodded in agreement to Egan's last statement.

Egan smiled at him. Without uttering a word, he waved at him and walked out of the shop. But as soon

as he was outside, his voice rang out again. "Mr. Warren, I want you to know that your father loves you

very much!"

Horace was stunned at first, but he quickly shouted, "Mr. Hudson, please say thank you to my father. I

like his gift very much!"

"Sure, Mr. Warren. I'll convey your message to him!" Egan laughed like a child as he spoke.

As Horace stared at his receding figure, he chuckled happily.

When the old man got out of sight, Horace's mood returned to normal. He looked at Farris and said,

"Uncle Farris, please assume the position of chairman at Fraser's Esastin Food Company first. I'll go to

see the company when I am free."

"What?" Farris was taken aback. The Esastin Food Company was a little bigger than his security

company. He didn't expect that Horace would assign him as the new chairman without a second

thought.

When Gussie heard Horace's words, her joy knew no bounds. Her sugar daddy was becoming richer.

The addition of Fraser's company to Farris's current assets would double his net worth. It dawned on

her that Farris was smart to have been loyal to Horace. 'Mr. Rivera should have slapped me a few

more times. In fact, I wouldn't have minded if he had beaten me up just to please Mr. Warren. He might

have gotten more assets because of that. Perhaps Mr. Warren would have given me more rewards if

he was happier. Anyway, I still have a fair chance.'

Just as Gussie was lost in thought, Farris said to Horace, "Mr. Warren, what have I done to deserve

such a reward? I don't think I have done anything noteworthy. The market value of Esastin Food

Company is close to ten billion dollars. Aren't you afraid that it would go downhill if you leave it to me?"

"Uncle Farris, you deserve it. And I believe in you!" Horace gave him a reassuring smile. He then

turned to the six men, who were still on their knees. "Uncle Raul, why are you still kneeling? You don't

have to be so polite and formal to me. It's my fault. Fraser was right when he said I was just a poor

loser. It didn't even occur to me that you were still paying homage to me. Please forgive my manners!" Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Without further ado, Horace helped everyone stand up. Egan had left, but the top associates stayed

back.

All of them couldn't help staring at Farris with admiration and a hint of jealousy. They didn't expect that

this rascal would be the first person Horace rewarded.