Yawn!
"Nothing beats getting a good night sleep to recover from the stress of the previous day," Liam muttered, yawning and stretching his body slightly.
He stood up from the bed and walked to the window, adjusting the curtain slightly and allowing more of the early morning sunlight to flood the room.
He let the sunlight hit his face and he smiled in satisfaction, enjoying the soothing warmth it brought.
Ahhh. What a beautiful day. I should make the most out of it.
With a bright smile on his face, he stepped away from the window and walked back to his bed, and sat down.
The day already looks beautiful and he intends to make it even more beautiful.
"System, sign-in," he said with a low voice.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host. You received $2,000,000]
[You received 0.05% shares of
***
$2m and 0.05% shares. Not bad at all.
Liam was really impressed that he got so much today as daily rewards after yesterday’s massive rewards.
The $2m has increased his account balance again and the shares he got, valued at $1.7b has increased his net worth.
Liam’s phone buzzed with a credit notification from his bank and he picked it up. He saw that his bank account has increased to $54m.
Yes, $54m.
Yesterday, when the trust was finally completed, Daniel advised Liam to establish a dedicated expenses account under the structure. It would cover staff salaries, property maintenance, security, and the countless small costs that ca with running an estate of his scale.
Liam was quite surprised by Daniel’s suggestion and he asked for more explanation. He was aware that he hasn’t been footing the bills since and he thought that JP Morgan were the one taking care of them.
But he ca to fully understand everything after Daniel’s explanation. As for the explanation, it was pretty simple.
Everything Daniel had arranges for him—staff, security, lawyers, property managent—gets paid directly from your accounts. He won’t send him the bills. Only huge expenses like a $20m investnt opportunity would be brought to Liam’s notice first and have to receive his approval.
As for why they haven’t taken anything out of his account? The reason was because Daniel saw no need to do that since he was already creating the trust.
After hearing Daniel’s explanation, Liam didn’t hesitate as he transferred $25 million into the account that sa evening.
It wasn’t much compared to the value of his assets, but it was more than enough to keep everything running seamlessly for years.
More importantly, it ant he could give Daniel full control without worrying about approvals or interruptions.
From then on, whenever a maid’s salary cleared, when new guards were hired, or when a security system upgrade was ordered, the money flowed from that account. All Liam ever received was a neat monthly report, concise and professional, breaking down where each dollar had gone.
Ahhh. So much financial technicalities. I’m really happy that I have a professional team handling everything.
The next mont, he smiled from ear to ear when he rembered the $1.7b shares he just received. It has shot the total value of shares he owns from $34.8b to $36.5b.
The increase was very substantial. Seeing that he received 0.5% shares of the company today, he will probably be receiving it daily until his next weekly sign-in and he was looking forward to it.
With the 0.05% shares of today, Liam now owns 0.55% of a trillion-dollar company. And his shares is nearly $19 billion in value altogether.
He shook his head lightly, standing up from the bed.
"This system really is sothing else," he muttered under his breath.
He didn’t linger around as the shower called to him, and soon enough the sound of rushing water filled the marble-tiled bathroom. He took his ti, letting the warmth seep into his muscles.
After he was done taking his bath, he dressed up and went downstairs for breakfast.
"Good morning, sir," Evelyn greeted with a graceful nod as he entered the dining hall.
"Morning, Evelyn," Liam replied warmly as he took his seat and started eating.
He ate at his own pace, enjoying the silence of the vast dining room. Occasionally, the clinking of cutlery echoed against the high ceilings, but otherwise, it was peaceful.
Once breakfast was done, Liam decided to retreat to one of his favorite parts of the mansion — the private theatre.
The doors slid open and he stepped into the dimly lit sanctuary, the plush carpet muffling his footsteps. He sank into one of the wide leather recliners, grabbed the remote, and resud the series he had been binging.
The giant screen flickered to life, filling the room with vivid colors and surround sound that wrapped around him like a cocoon. For hours, Liam allowed himself to slip into the fictional world and ti passed in a blur.
The golden hue of sunset painted the mansion’s windows, casting long shadows across the halls as he left the theatre.
Dinner was ready, as always. A perfectly cooked steak, accompanied by roasted vegetables and a delicate glass of sparkling water. Liam ate quietly, his mind wandering to tomorrow’s trip.
Evelyn appeared at the end of the al, her tone as composed as ever.
"Sir, your luggage has already been prepared. Mr. Conley inford of your travel, and I’ve ensured that your things, as well as Mason’s and Nick’s, are ready."
Liam smiled at her efficiency. "Thank you, Evelyn. You’ve saved a lot of trouble."
"It’s my duty, sir," she replied with a bow.
Later, in the quiet of his room, Liam sank into the soft mattress. He thought about the vault, about the Rothschilds, about the mysteries waiting for him in Geneva. But he decided to stop thinking about everything and get so sleep.
***
The next morning, Liam woke up feeling refreshed. He got out of bed and prepared himself and when he was done, he went downstairs.
Downstairs, breakfast awaited and he ate unhurriedly. He had no reason to rush. The private jet wasn’t going to leave without him.
By the ti he stepped outside, the Rolls Royce Ghost Black Badge was already waiting at the front. Mason stood by the rear door, expression calm and watchful, while Nick waited in the driver’s seat.
"Morning, sir," Mason said, opening the door smoothly.
"Morning," Liam replied with a smile, sliding into the backseat.
Mason followed him in, settling in the passenger seat while Nick started the engine.
The car purred to life, gliding effortlessly down the long driveway of Bellere Mansion. The gates opened automatically, parting like grand doors to release them onto the streets of Holmby Hills.
The world outside was waking up, the streets alive with joggers, dog walkers, and other luxury cars rolling out of their gated estates.
Liam leaned back, eyes drifting to the tinted window as they turned onto Sunset Boulevard. The palm trees swayed gently in the morning breeze, and the sunlight painted the road in shades of gold.
The Rolls Royce glided smoothly through the city streets, heading toward LAX.
And as the car carried him forward, Liam couldn’t help but smile in anticipation.
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