Chapter 10 Secret Teenage Billionaire

• Luke fumed as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. Even now, it baffled him how Oliver could command such a large army.
• He wiped the blood from his face, but his mind kept replaying the memory—Oliver’s voice ringing with authority, the soldiers’ unwavering obedience, and that title they had used: Young Master Thale.
• The thought made his skin crawl. Anger twisted with disbelief until the pressure inside him boiled over.
• “How dare he?” Luke snarled at his reflection. “Who on earth does he think he is? The nerve to order that I get beaten up… I will teach you a very big lesson, Oliver!”
• With a sharp motion, he smashed the mirror, shards scattering across the floor.
• Wei’s voice interrupted from behind. For a moment, Luke considered taking his rage out on Wei for abandoning him—but he knew better. Wei’s closeness to the General of Team Elite made him too valuable to harm.
• “Why did you leave me here to face those men alone?” Luke demanded.
• Wei, masking his unease, cleared his throat. “Those men weren’t from Team Elite. They were paid by Oliver to mess things up…”
• Luke scoffed. “Where could that trash get the money to pay them? He’s poor—he depends on the salary the Carsons give him.”
• Wei edged toward the door, keeping a safe distance. “Maybe he borrowed it. A loan, precisely.”
• The idea planted itself instantly in Luke’s mind. Yes… that must be it.
• “Now the question is,” Luke growled, “how do we make him pay for disrespecting me? Look what he did to me.”
• His lips curled into a grin. “I heard Ronald Carson is returning in two days. That will be the perfect time for payback.”
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• Morning sunlight poured through the kitchen windows as Oliver prepared breakfast for everyone. His phone buzzed.
• It was a text from an unknown number:
• You accepted the offer, Oliver. No turning back. You’re officially Young Master Thale. Meet me at this address to sign all the necessary documents!
• Oliver’s grin spread. What he had wished for was now reality. The money hadn’t just helped him rescue Zora last night—there were deeper reasons for accepting Charlie’s help.
• Without telling anyone, he changed clothes and left the house.
• Soon, he was standing before a massive skyscraper bearing the inscription: Thale’s Tower. His chest tightened with anticipation. This building was enormous, segmented into countless divisions.
• A man approached him. “Young Master Thale?”
• Oliver grinned, trying to play it off. “Michael Vale—can I meet him?”
• “Sure. He asked me to pick you up, Young Master,” the man replied. He looked to be in his forties.
• They stepped into the elevator, which whisked them to the topmost floor—the CEO’s domain.
• The level was vast and luxuriously furnished, divided into three main sections: the Personal Assistant’s office, the Young Master’s private apartment, and the board meeting room.
• The Young Master’s apartment dwarfed the rest.
• Michael Vale rose from his seat when Oliver entered. “Welcome, Young Master.”
• The title made Oliver feel important, though he tried to wave it off. “Could you stop with the ‘Young Master’ stuff? I don’t like being called that.”
• Michael merely smiled. “You’re called Young Master because you’re the youngest among all the managers of Q Group. Not just the youngest—but the richest young man in our corporation.”
• Oliver’s grin returned.
• “Back to business,” Michael continued. “Your great-grandfather has already released his will. Here are the documents confirming your possession of all Thale properties. Signing this paper makes you the official owner and head of all our corporations—most importantly, Q Group. Later, you’ll learn about the companies under our banner.”
• Oliver signed.
• “Congratulations, Young Master,” Michael said, shaking his hand. “You now own our corporation. Let’s explore our headquarters.”
• “Headquarters?” Oliver echoed.
• “Yes. This is where the heads of all our corporations are stationed. They’ve been waiting patiently to meet you. It’s time for everyone to know who the Young Master is.”
• Oliver froze. Panic flickered in his eyes. “No. You can’t do that.”
• “But why?”
• “I don’t want the world to know I’m the Young Master. I have plans of my own.”
• Michael nodded. Whatever Oliver’s reasons, he would respect them.
• “That’s not a problem,” Michael said. “Nobody will know your identity. But I think you should have this.”
• He handed Oliver a small object. Oliver’s eyes widened as he took it.