From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3 - Old Traits Don't Disappear

Aron patiently began to delve into all the finer details, carefully explaining everything to Maximus. He clarified that Maximus, or rather, Max Stern was a seventeen-year-old student in his final year of high school.

However, Max wasn't anything like your average high school senior. Aron emphasized that Max was the youngest heir to the influential Stern family, meticulously detailing their immense wealth, extensive businesses, and far-reaching power. Strangely enough, Aron even went as far as listing Max's relatives, as if this were critical information to grasp immediately.

"You have two uncles, each with their own children," Aron explained methodically, his voice steady and calm. "You also have two aunts, both of whom are married. Each with a sibling who is older than you, placing you squarely as the youngest heir."

Max listened intently, absorbing each detail. Aron's voice softened slightly as he addressed a more sensitive subject, Max's parents.

"Unfortunately, your parents passed away in a car accident while you were attending school," Aron explained gently. "Since then, I've been your legal guardian, responsible for your safety and well-being."

Maximus blinked in surprise. Aron appeared only a few years older than him, yet he was entrusted with guardianship? Max's confusion was evident.

"I realize this is a significant shock," Aron continued, unfazed by Max's obvious bewilderment. "There's a great deal to catch up on, so I'll remain close by, filling you in as thoroughly as possible."

Aron smoothly reached into his jacket pocket and handed Max a large, state-of-the-art smartphone. Max immediately recognized the latest model, identical to the one he'd owned in his previous life. The familiarity gave him a strange sense of comfort.

*This confirms that I'm living in roughly the same time period,* Max deduced silently. Turning on the phone, facial recognition immediately unlocked the device, confirming it had only been three days since he'd been betrayed and nearly killed.

"Do you always carry phones with my face ID ready to go?" Max asked skeptically.

In response, Aron casually produced two more identical smartphones from his pockets, both pristine and fully functional.

"Young master," Aron explained evenly, "this isn't the first time you've lost or damaged a phone. I always keep extras on hand. Each device has my contact pre-programmed, ensuring you can reach me at a moment's notice. Whatever you need or wish, I'll strive to fulfill."

An amused smile spread across Max's face as an idea formed. "Anything? So, if I asked for a red carpet to greet me outside and a new Lamborghini ready for my exit from this hospital, you'd make it happen?"

Aron, without hesitation, retrieved another phone, this one distinctively red, and began dialing.

"I have a request from the young master—"

"Wait!" Max interrupted in panic. "What exactly are you doing?"

"He wants a red carpet rolled out and the latest Lamborghini waiting outside," Aron continued calmly into the phone. "Yes, it's an unusual request. He's woken up with a curious case of 'young master syndrome'... Indeed, quite troubling, but we must oblige."

"Cancel the order!" Max shouted frantically.

Aron glanced at Max, raising an eyebrow subtly. "Cancel the order," he instructed into the phone before pocketing it neatly.

"As I said," Aron reaffirmed, "I'll fulfill any request within reason. But understand I'll openly judge your choices."

This is real, I'm actually in a new body, and not just anyone's body, but a Stern family heir. Maybe my lifetime of struggle paid off after all.

With this power and influence, finding out who betrayed me from the White Tigers will be easy. I'll uncover every detail and ensure they pay dearly.