Chapter 19 T-The Company Is Really Yours

Time seemed to stand still as seconds dragged on without Dillon acknowledging Dahmer's presence.

While the security men looked at the scene uncomfortably silently trying to convince themselves Dahmer must've made a mistake, they had no idea the insides of his crisp white shirt clung to his body, drenched in cold sweat.

As if to make matters worst, Dillon slowly took his foot off the vice captain's back and watched, his face bearing an icy expression.

The vice captain ignored the searing pain in his back as he walked towards Dahmer with his nose held high up in the air.

Of course, the retard had to let him off because he knew he was in trouble.

Once I make Mr. Wade realize he was bowing to the wrong person, there's no telling how messed up he'd make this scoundrel's life be!

With his train of thought going that way, the vice captain clearly thought Dahmer would thank him and possibly give him a raise if he cleared the supposed misunderstanding in the air.

So as soon as he got to Dahmer, he quickly pointed accusing fingers at Dillon, his loud voice laced with malice.

"Mr. Wade, don't let his appearance fool you. I was just with Miss Vanessa a few minutes ago, and she confirmed he's simply a penniless bastard living off the monthly stipends he gets from Yale University's scholarship!"

His pompous attitude and words made Dahmer's heart skip. He didn't know how grave the situation was when he got here, so he speculated he'd be punished by Dillon, and at most probably lose his job.

But after hearing the vice captain's uncouth words, he realized he was going to die.

Dahmer looked up at Dillon's calm, but imposing face. The young man wasn't frowning, but the restrained anger in his eyes was enough to make Dahmer feel like there was a blade hanging right above his head.

Dillon was refusing to say anything to clarify the misunderstanding, so Dahmer took it upon himself to introduce him to the security men.

"This is Master Dillon Grendel, the…" He quickly halted when his phone lit up with a short text from Brayden; 'young master wishes to be behind the scene.'

"This is Mr. Grendel, and he's a very valuable friend of mine." Dahmer completed, glad that he had the screen of his phone facing him when the text came in.

"Mr. W-wade? Are you certain? I mean, Miss Vanessa Brad couldn't be lying when she told us who he was." The vice captain stuttered, taking a step backward.

As someone who had done nothing, but butter up to the rich and powerful, the vice captain knew he was in big trouble.

Someone valuable to Dahmer Wade, a man rumored to be the richest bachelor in New York, was definitely not to be considered ordinary.

The other security men also realized what kind of trouble they were in as they glanced at themselves and then at the vice captain.

Before Dahmer and Dillon knew it, they all fell on their knees, totally ignoring the pain that wracked through their bodies as they did.

"We didn't know that, Mr. Wade! We were merely following orders!" The first man apologized.

"Yes, Mr. Wade. Everything we did was to not get on the vice captain's bad side." The second security man seconded and soon, the rest of the security team were all apologizing.

The vice captain stared at the men before him speechlessly. They were all throwing him out to save their skin.

Even the young man who had mocked Dillon's phone and given him coins in exchange for Vanessa destroying it.

Speaking of phones. The vice captain's heartbeat quickened when he realized the phone Vanessa destroyed was an original model.

A model she would be able to afford with her father's three months salary, and a model three generations coming after him would have to work their butts off to pay up if Dillon demanded compensation.

"I apologize for my misconduct, Mr. Wade. I let the little authority I have got into my head. Forgive me. Please forgive me." As the vice captain spoke, he would hit his head on the tiled floor.

In a few seconds, his blood was all over the place and there was a big bump on his head.

Dahmer glanced at Dillon from the corner of his eyes, hoping to see a different expression on his face, maybe that of satisfaction. But he was disappointed to see Dillon still had the same look on his face.

The sorry sight of the vice captain didn't seem to move him one bit.

Dahmer inhaled sharply. As someone who knew Dillon's father, he was proud to see Dillon had the same resolve as his father, even if that resolve scared him a little.

"Why are you apologizing to me? I'm not the one you wronged." Dahmer huffed, standing aside.

The captain was the first to turn towards Dillon, then repeated his apology along with hitting his forehead on the floor.

"That's enough." Dahmer spoke after three minutes of watching the vice captain hit his forehead on the floor and Dillon maintaining the same expression. Clearly, the apology did not move him.

"I suggest you dismiss them." Dillon shrugged and turned away from them.

Dahmer eyes shook momentarily. The vice captain was likely to get a concussion from hitting his forehead on the floor for four minutes, and Dillon still gave the order to dismiss him?

"Get your paychecks for the month from the Human Resources department." Dahmer ordered, turned and led Dillon into the building.

Titanium Corporation had an elevator specially made for the Chairman and President of the company.

So no one besides Vanessa, Rachel, and the security team who were about to be fired, no other person knew there was someone taking the elevator with the Chairman.

Dahmer kept his head lowered the whole time until they got to the top floor, which was originally made to be the President's office, but he had been occupying since the Grendel family thought Titanium Corporation was too small for any of them to oversee.

"I'll get my things moved out right now, President." Dahmer said as he hurried over to the desk to take off his nameplate.

"That won't be necessary." Dillon refuted as he walked towards the open glass, giving him a wide view of the beautiful city.

"Is there a managing director with the last name Brad?" Dillon questioned after a few minutes of going silent.

"Titanium Corporation is a big place, President. But I'm aware we only have three managing directors. I don't recall asking to add one more. Please give me a minute to find out." Dahmer requested respectfully and walked away to make the call.

Despite being 20 years older than Dillon, Dahmer maintained his youthful face and vigor.

Numerous men in his circle who were about the same age as him always had a hard time believing he was the same age as them.

He walked back to Dillon a few minutes later and reported, "Theophilus Brad is a senior executive here in Titanium Corporation. He's been diligent and hardworking ever since he began working here. I've also been told he has two children; a male and a female."

"Does his daughter happen to be named Vanessa Brad?" Dillon inquired, placing his palm on the glass.

"Yes, President."

Dillon went silent.

Behind him, Dahmer felt he was missing something.

"I want access to Titanium Corporation's businesses and everything I need to know about this company." Dillon finally ordered, surprisingly changing the conversation.

"On it, President. Is there anything else you need my help with?" Dahmer asked, getting ready to leave.

Dillon went silent again before he said, "I find it impossible for a snake to be raised by a straight arrow. Thoroughly investigate Theophilus Brad."

Although surprised, Dahmer didn't ask any questions. He did as he was told and in two hours, he returned with news.

"It only took two hours for the company's team of legal investigators to dig out transactions intended for the company which were diverted into a paper company owned by Theophilus Brad abroad, President!" Dahmer scoffed, spreading the numerous papers he brought with him on the table.

"That scum has been stealing from Titanium Corporation for the past 26 years!"

"He has also been evading taxes for the past five years. If the Internal Revenue Service catch wind of this, they'd have a big case on their hand." Dillon smirked, picking up one of the papers.

How unfortunate for the Brad family that they'd be the first to face his wrath.

"Have our legal team crack down on him as soon as possible. Preferably in a place where all his high-ranking friends will all be. Then send a whistleblower to the IRS."

"After everything is done, and they have nothing left, send Vanessa Brad the bill for my phone, which she destroyed. Also go along with what remains of it, so she knows who exactly she's dealing with."

Dillon instructed and returned his attention to the laptop in front of him.

Dahmer had given him access to Titanium Corporation's database and, so far, he didn't see anything abnormal, which indicated Dahmer was doing an impressive job.

Hearing his instruction, Dahmer said a silent prayer that he had stood by the elderly Mr. Grendel when he heard Titanium Corporation was being transferred to Dillon.

While most members of the board of directors voted against Dillon's ascension as they claimed he was an uncouth child who grew up with commoners and thus didn't deserve to preside over Titanium Corporation, Dahmer had chosen to stand by the old man's decision.

Looking back, he was deeply troubled about what kind of person Dillon would turn out to be since he had seen countless rich heirs who took on their inheritance a little too early burn their companies to the ground out of recklessness.

But after seeing how swift and decisive Dillon was at singling out a defective security team and an embezzler after just three hours of walking into Titanium Corporation, Dahmer was no longer worried.

He was also grateful he wasn't against Dillon because from the little he had seen, the young man really did take after his father and had the ruthless gene of the Grendel family.

"I'm on it, President." He replied with a light bow.

"I like it better when you call me Mr. Grendel." Dillon said just before Dahmer walked out of the door.

"Okay, President. I'll only call you Mr. Grendel when we're outside, but once it's necessary, I'll revert to calling you President."

"Do whatever you want, as long as you don't act all loyal when we're outside." Dillon muttered, his eyes still pinned on the laptop's screen.

Dahmer nodded again before walking out of the office.

While Dillon and Dahmer busied themselves with the affairs of Titanium Corporation, a cell door in a minimum jail within the city was pulled open and a bruised Merlin sauntered out of it.

One of his eyes was swollen and barely staying open, while the other was swollen and entirely closed. He also had splinters at the corners of his lips.

He slipped a hand out of his pocket and rubbed his face with it, revealing his purplish knuckles.

"Your father does know how to piss me off, doesn't he?" He hissed, slipping his hand into his pocket again.

In front of the jail facility was a young man leaning on a blue Porsche. He had the same facial structure as Merlin, except the fact he had gray eyes and had light-brown hair.

"Congratulations, Merlin Wright, you've successfully angered the old man by provoking the Lake family." The young man, scoffed.

He was no other than David Wright, the product of Merlin's father's Infidelity to his first wife.

"Try to act like you feel pity for me. Otherwise, you might not get the empathetic brother award of the year which you've been vying for." Merlin exhaled and flagged down a taxi.

"Everyone knows you've done nothing, but hurt the reputation of the Wright family. Hearing me raise my voice at you only means I've gotten fed up with your childish behavior." David shrugged and opened the door of his Porsche.

"And don't sweat it. Dad kicked you out of the house and out of the family as soon as he heard that you beat up Moses Lake. Turns out I was worried for nothing."

"You'll always be the pathetic, loser elder son of the Wright family whose younger brother far outshines in everything."

David stopped talking, got into his car and drove off as soon as he was done speaking.

Only then did Merlin notice there were three big boxes next to the spot the Porsche previously was. Obviously, they were his clothes.

He scoffed irritatedly and raised his eyes to the sky. Previously, he didn't think it was worth it to take over the Wright family, but now, he had the strong urge to do so.

If not for anything, at least to support Dillon and see the horrified look on David's face when he realizes the company was never his to begin with.