RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System

"For my watch collection, which includes a Patek Philippe World Time reference worth 4 million dollars, Patek Philippe platinum..."

"Did you know about these ones?"

Grace scrunched her face, but she nodded, and we resumed listening to Mongraty.

I didn't forget the panic I had been in some minutes ago, but with Mongraty dropping hints of some juicy words to be said soon, and no danger showing up on my radar despite me exposing myself, I could do nothing but sit and wait.

It sucked being passive.

"...I leave it to you, Frank. As intense as your love for fashion is, it is a unique quality belonging only to you, and I admire it."

"Who's Frank?"

"None of Lia's children are called Frank, so it has to be someone from among the Midaford and you know who."

My eyes moved to the blond-haired man whom I had knocked out earlier, and I nodded at Grace.

"...my personal journal, my experiences through this life, both public and hidden, I leave it to my eldest child.

I trust that though separated by methods of introduction to this world, you will not forget the blood that runs through all of you.

Your burden is one heavy to bear, my son."

Hearing Albert's words, I couldn't help but develop a grin. I mean, the son my benefactor so deeply trusted with his life's lessons and even his entire family, had just been sent to fairyland with a single hit from me.

Before I could pity Mia and Lia any further, Mongraty stopped his speech and looked down toward the section occupied by the Midaford family.

With a simple glance, it was no chore for anyone to find what they wanted in the seats occupied by the blond, especially when such a person was on an elevated platform. But for whatever reason, Mongraty's eyes went left and right over the family.

I would have called the man nearly senile if his gaze wasn't something that made me uncomfortable.

"Why isn't he here?"

"He had something more important to do."

"Something more important than listening to the last words of his father?"

"His father's last words will be delivered to him, just as they have been written."

Pursuing the case no further, Mongraty resumed talking while my hands moved to my chin, scratching.

A first son that is not present.

My mind didn't linger for long on the revelation of this unavailable first son, as Mongraty went on to share more stuff, and I found myself getting jealous.

"...my supercar collection will be split between Alexander, Gavin, Neumer, Celia, Tracy..."

Next, Mongraty moved to the sharing of sports cars, and it was quite eye-opening that all cars in this category, Albert gave to the group of cousins.

Not only that, but four offshore Swiss accounts containing over 50 million were given to the group.

Looking at Albert's immediate family and the lack of reaction from them, I winced inwardly at the realization of how poor I was.

"Can we say Albert was a multi-billionaire?"

"Those are very strong words," Grace said, her expression unsure.

Several more assets were called and distributed, shares in different companies being mentioned, and after hearing Mongraty call out three different companies with shares worth over $1 billion, all given to Lia's children, I found myself peeved at the trouble I'd been getting for just owning 7% of Ford Motors.

My annoyance was temporary, and it washed away when Mongraty moved on to the sharing of Albert's estate holdings, something that had surprisingly been kept for last.

I knew something was up when the Casters showed greater interest in the division of assets in this category, the Midaford family not too far behind.

"...My island estate in Seychelles is up for grabs for any of my children from Lia. There is only one condition to it, though.

You need to take over Lumbark, a company I started back in my younger days. Pay off its debt and bring it to an annual profit of at least 700,000 dollars per year.

You have just one year to accomplish this, and anyone who tries and fails to accomplish it will lose his will.

Outside help or interference results in automatic disqualification, and your memories wiped out."

Thankfully, there was a visible reaction of shock from around the room at Mongraty's last words, it saved me from having deeper feelings of ignorance.

"What does it mean for someone to lose their will?" Grace leaned toward me and asked, her forehead tightly scrunched, showing how much she had thought and failed to arrive at an answer.

Despite the reactions, no one said a word, and Mongraty went on calling out houses and properties in America, Europe, and Asia. My eyes narrowed when I noticed each of them being given to the Midafords.

Right from the beginning, Albert's will had heavily favored Lia's family, 80% of the assets being mentioned had gone to the wild woman and her children and it made sense.

I mean, as great as Albert or any individual in the world was, there was no way they could compete with a world-op family, most especially the Midafords.

Whatever Albert was giving to Mia and her children could only be valued based on sentiment and the love they had for him.

I strongly doubted housing was a thing the Midaford lacked, so it made no sense that he gave his estates to them as opposed to the Casters, who were still just a wealthy and rising family and needed all the help they could get.

As before, no one made a complaint about the one-sided distribution of estate assets.

"...Daynight, Tardigrade, Banshee. These three houses, Lia, I know how much we suffered to get them, but unless the Casters decide to contest for it on Stone Island, I leave them to Marcus Lawson."

From the start, I didn't expect anything to come my way. I mean, sure, there was a chance but what were the odds?

When Mongraty mentioned the three odd names, I thought they were some precious relics, but then he called them houses and assigned them to me.

Understanding the terms that came after and the uniqueness of these buildings considering they were given strange personal names, I immediately opened my mouth and spoke.

"What is special about these three houses?"

For the first time, looking at me with a smile, Mongraty answered.

"They each have a....."

"We will contest for it." A voice sharply growled.