Chapter 79: Chapter 79
Watts’ eyes lingered on the lavish office door ahead of him.
They had passed through a lot of check points, though they were really unnecessary for him.
Tessa made sure he passed through without any bit of checking, which worked in his favor.
He didn’t really want to check if really their machines could detect the presence of El Max in his body.
He didn’t have another way to miss the check points in the beginning, and he had already made plans on how he was going to pass through he check points.
But now, he could just lean back and enjoy the view.
Anyway, at the office, he took in its intricacies—the polished mahogany wood gleaming under soft ambient lights, the golden trim exuding both elegance and authority.
The subtle scent of lavender and something metallic drifted faintly through the corridor, blending comfort and formality.
As he followed Tessa toward the door, he nodded in silent appreciation.
Some people really know how to enjoy life, he mused.
This thought struck him as odd, pulling at a thread of realization that unraveled a deeper reflection.
In all his time—with all the power and resources he now commanded—he had yet to truly embrace the art of living.
Sure, his AI had orchestrated a monumental rise to wealth and influence, but what had he really done with it?
Nothing personal, nothing indulgent. His accomplishments were impressive—beyond comprehension for most—but they had served absolutely no purpose to fuel his plans.
It was staggering to think about. In just a week, his AI had accomplished feats that should have taken lifetimes.
He had ordered Black box to make him the richest person on earth in a week. And damn, it had.
The AI had quietly and systematically established his presence in every major industry. Oil and petroleum factories? Secured.
Prime real estate across continents? Acquired. Shares in leading corporations? Purchased.
Technologies, pharmaceuticals, agriculture, entertainment—there wasn’t a sector untouched.
He now had a couple of islands that were now his, and luxury cars filled garages he hadn’t even seen.
Some acquisitions had been clean, others had involved subtle blackmail, and a few were outright seizures from criminals and terrorists.
Through all this, no government had managed to link any of it to him.
His AI’s brilliance ensured discretion, and now countries were only beginning to realize that one shadowy figure was threading itself through their economies.
But his wealth, vast as it was, wouldn’t be enough to shield him from the storms he could feel brewing.
He knew he needed more, that is why he was ready to hack into the hidden cityies and amass their well and their advanced technologies.
He wanted to amass wealth but most importantly, status.
Because with status, it would be increasingly hard for his enemies to do anything to him since he would be way too important to harm,
Like how no government could forcefully ask Tony Stark for his arc reactor technology just because of his status.
That is what Watts wanted, for his enemies to first think twice before they could do anything.
Yet, amidst all this, Watts himself had remained disconnected from the wealth he had or will amass.
He didn’t drive the countless cars, didn’t relax on the islands, didn’t live in the penthouses or villas scattered across the globe.
He had promised himself that one day—when all his plans were complete—he would finally enjoy it all. He would savor life, not alone, but with his family.
My family.
The thought of his aunt and sister brought a rare softness to his features. They were safe now, resting alongside Nova in the Literal Realm.
The sight of them lying peacefully after such torment had filled a part of him he hadn’t realized was empty.
He could still feel the lingering calm of that moment, a peace he hadn’t experienced in years.
The memories were a stark contrast to the faces of those he’d rescued from the lab.
Each of them bore the scars of their captivity, some physical, others buried deeper, psychologically.
Yet, when he had spoken to them, an unexpected sense of unity had formed. They were not his prisoners or burdens; they had willingly chosen to work for him.
After all this was the person that had really helped them escape their nightmare.
Their skills and knowledge were invaluable, and with their help, he could accelerate his plans in ways he hadn’t anticipated.
But he couldn’t linger on those thoughts now. He had a meeting to focus on.
As Tessa walked ahead of him, her steps confident and purposeful, Watts let his mind shift gears. He thought of the Mijjory family.
Renowned in the business world, they were powerhouses in their own right, commanding respect and wielding influence with precision.
This meeting might just be an opportunity to forge an alliance or even make some strategic acquisitions. His gut told him this encounter could be pivotal.
A small smile tugged at his lips. If the Mijjory family wanted to discuss business, he was more than prepared to play the game.
His resources were vast, his understanding of economic systems unparalleled thanks to his AI. This was a world he could navigate with ease.
He wasn’t walking into this meeting uncertain or unarmed—he was walking in ready to seize any advantage.
It’ll be interesting to see how this plays out, he thought.
Ahead, Tessa stopped before the office door, its luxurious design fitting the grandeur of the building they were in.
Watts adjusted the strap of his bag on his right shoulder, ensuring it sat comfortably.
He glanced around, catching the subtle movements of a few individuals who were clearly more than they seemed.
Watts chuckled softly to himself. They were watching him, waiting for a slip, but he didn’t mind. If anything, he found their attention amusing.
Finally, Tessa turned to face him, her expression composed yet tinged with curiosity. "Are you ready?" she asked.
Watts nodded. "Ready as I’ll ever be."
She offered him a professional smile before raising her hand to the earpiece. Pressing lightly, she informed the command center, "My client’s back. We’re proceeding now."
Without further comment, Tessa turned and knocked firmly on the office door.
As the echo of her knock faded, Watts shifted his gaze to the ornate handle, anticipation bubbling beneath his calm exterior.
Whatever awaited him beyond this door, he was ready.
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