Bloodline Reckoning: The System Made Me Filthy Rich
Chapter 94: Trouble Come

Chapter 94: Trouble Come

Opal City.

Returning to this city somehow gives Noah comfort. He feels like he belongs here more than in a vast place like Fort City.

He has so many friends here. Well, not the kind who used to bully him all the time, but the kind who stood by him when he had to work hard to earn a living.

And,

The first place Noah visited after arriving in the city, of course, was Caldwell Construction.

He needed to check if there was anything he could do to help them and smooth things out in this industry.

When they finally parked the car in front of the building, Noah looked at Jason beside him.

"Did you notify them?"

Jason glanced at him while smiling, "Yes, I texted Emma before we boarded..."

Noah chuckled, unsurprised to see Emma already standing by the door, clearly waiting for them.

As soon as she saw them step out of the car, Emma came over, her expression a mix of surprise and delight.

"Why are you guys suddenly flying here?" she asked, her wide eyes showing both curiosity and happiness.

Before Noah could say anything, Jason jumped in.

"Noah missed you..." He said playfully, patting Noah on the shoulder and walking straight into the building, ignoring Noah’s death glare and Emma’s instantly reddening cheeks.

"What did you say? H-He’s got to be kidding, right?" Emma finally broke the awkward silence.

"Hmm, yeah... he’s kidding..."

Noah muttered, running a hand through his hair as he followed Jason through the main entrance after gesturing for Emma to follow him.

"Ignore Jason. He was teasing you. I came to check the company’s progress. Thought maybe you guys were facing some trouble after what happened with the White family."

But Noah knows that is not the truth.

He had just made up a random excuse.

The truth is, he came here to seek trouble and possibly to level up slightly. He wishes to run into a few of his old, abusive "friends" and teach them a long-overdue lesson.

He was sure that the news about him being the only son of Anderson Morgan and an "Instant Trillionaire," as the media described him, must have shocked everyone.

Too bad, after they removed him from the group chat, he’d blocked every one of their numbers. Now, he had not heard anything from them again.

"I’m glad you came, Noah. But there’s no need to worry about the company; we can handle it well," she replied and followed him to the elevator.

"That’s good news; I was eager to hear it," Noah said with a smile, politely gesturing for her to enter the elevator before stepping in himself.

Jason, already inside the elevator, couldn’t help but smile as he watched his two shy friends. Something about the way they avoided eye contact amused him, and he felt an irresistible urge to play matchmaker.

"I told you, Emma... our handsome Noah came here just to see you. He just—"

Jason’s voice cut off mid-sentence the moment he caught Noah’s chilling glare. The intensity of that look was enough to shut him up. Jason grinned and quickly looked away, silently swearing not to play cupid again.

The meeting with Alan Caldwell was brief.

After about forty minutes talking about the company’s current condition and future projects, Noah excused himself, but not before asking Emma to follow him.

He wanted to buy her lunch.

Noah still felt guilty for what had happened to Emma. That bastard Jeremy Morgan had almost hurt her because he wanted to take revenge on him.

Even though Emma had no idea what truly happened to her that night, the guilt still lingered in Noah’s heart.

...

The three of them decided to have lunch at a beachside seafood restaurant.

Their lunch went smoothly, as they had reserved a private VIP room where no one else was around.

But, just as Noah had hoped, word of his arrival and of where he was dining now eventually reached the ears of someone he hadn’t seen in a long time.

A sudden knock on the door drew all eyes toward it.

Moments later, someone Noah never expected to come after him stood in the doorway: Victor White, the father of his old friend, Ryan White.

"Noah, let me take care of him..." Jason whispered, already rising from his seat, but Noah grabbed his wrist and shook his head, asking him to sit again.

This was precisely what he had been waiting for: trouble. He needed it. Every encounter like this was an opportunity to gain experience.

And more importantly, Noah remembered, he hadn’t yet taken any action against this man: Victor White.

"Mr. White... I suppose you’ve entered the wrong room," Noah said calmly, his sharp gaze studying the old man, who now stood at the threshold filled with a storm of emotions: anger, pride, guilt, and perhaps... hope.

"Mr. Morgan, I apologize for interrupting you," Victor White finally spoke after a brief pause. "I came to ask if you’d spare me a moment to talk..."

Noah knew exactly what Victor White wanted; this had to be about his son. Last he heard, Ryan was still rotting in prison.

"You want to talk to me?" Noah repeated, glancing casually at his watch, as if every second wasted on this man was too much.

Victor White panicked, his voice trembling as he begged, "I promise I only need a few minutes. Please—"

"Okay. You may enter."

"Alone, Mr. Morgan..." Victor White spoke again after seeing Noah’s friend still casually sitting there.

Noah blinked, speechless.

’Tsk... Tsk... Is this old man planning to try something on me? Harmful act? Violence, maybe? Fine then.’

"Are you dreaming? Who are you asking like that..." Jason immediately snapped, stepping forward, his eyes narrowing with warning as he stared at Victor White. But his intensity softened when Noah raised a hand, silently telling him to back off.

Jason turned to Noah, his gaze full of protest, but somehow, he knew better than to argue.

"I won’t take long," Noah said calmly, his voice sharp. "Bring Emma outside. I’ll join you both soon."

Jason gave Victor one last glare before obeying, gently guiding Emma out of the room.

As the door closed behind them, Noah finally turned his full attention to Victor White, who had already taken a seat and was waiting anxiously.

Noah sat across from him slowly, a cold smile tugging at his lips. Without a word, he picked up his glass of sparkling water, taking a slow sip to test the old man’s patience.

When he saw Victor White’s face begin to flush red, Noah finally leaned back and gave him the chance to speak.

But he made one thing clear: the old man had only five minutes to spare.

"Mr. Morgan, I need your help to get my son Ryan out of prison. He’s your friend, isn’t he? You have the power to help him now. Please, I beg you..." Victor’s voice trembled, but it quickly faded when he noticed Noah raising his hand, signaling him to stop talking.

"Before you say too much, let me ask you this first... Do you even know why your son is in prison?" Noah asked, wanting to gauge whether the man was truly ignorant or just pretending to be so.

"I know... I know about it. He sent people to sabotage Caldwell Construction. And I know the company now belongs to you. That’s why I’m asking you, begging you, to help him out. We already paid a large amount as compensation to Caldwell."

Victor paused to take a breath, his face stiff and desperate.

Then he continued, his voice more pleading, though his expression lacked sincerity.

"If you help him, I’ll make sure to support Caldwell in this city. Or... I can give you money if that’s what you want. Just name your price. Please, Noah—please help your friend Ryan, huh?"

Noah stared at him, stunned for a moment. ’Did this man seriously just try to buy me off?’ He almost laughed.

Now he genuinely wondered if Victor White had left his brain at home. The offer was so ridiculous that it was insulting.

’Did this man not follow the news? Did he not know I had inherited the Golden Phoenix Group?’

"Alright, sir. Your time’s up," Noah said flatly as he stood up.

Without another glance, he walked toward the door, leaving Victor White with his mouth agape, completely stunned, unable to believe he was being ignored so effortlessly.

"Wait! Wait, Noah Morgan... Tell me what you want to help my son?" Victor called out desperately, rushing to stand and follow.

"What do I want?" Noah turned back, his expression unreadable. "I want you to never appear before me again, sir. That’s it."

"You... you won’t help Ryan? Your friend?" Victor’s voice filled with anger, and his hand clenched tightly.

"Let me clear something up for you," Noah said sharply, his voice sounding like a blade. "Ryan White is not my friend. And no... I don’t plan on helping him. Good day, sir."

Noah gave a faint, cold smile before walking out without another word. He didn’t care for the old man’s response. He already got what he came for: Victor White’s frustration and fury.