Anthony froze mid-step.
It wasn’t fear.
It wasn’t confusion.
A translucent interface flickered before his eyes, sharper than ever, no longer the faint, ghost-like projection he had grown used to.
This one felt… real.
Solid.
Commanding.
[SYSTEM VOICE ACTIVATED]
Threshold Condition Met.
User Net Worth Has Surpassed $500,000,000 USD.
Upgrade Protocol Automatically Triggered.
Anthony’s pupils contracted slightly.
So… that was it.
This wasn’t random.
It was earned.
Before he could fully process it—
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
Upgrade Initiated.
Total Asset Value Recalculated: $800,000,000 USD
Anthony’s breath hitched.
Eight hundred… million?
For a split second, even he—who had watched his rise from nothing to dominance—felt the weight of it press down on his chest.
How irresponsible was Anthony!.
He didn’t knew he had accrued such huge amount of Wealth and influence.
In the span of how many days or month.
The system didn’t pause.
[ASSET BREAKDOWN SYNCHRONIZING…]
Information surged into his mind in streams:
Majority acquisition in Balogun Group (previously confirmed) — $170M valuation
Majority shareholder in Lekki Tech Dynamics — $130M valuation
Majority stakeholder in HelixCore Analytics Group — $100M valuation
Second-largest shareholder position in Apex Entertainment — $90M stake
Strategic shares in a multinational logistics firm — $70M
Equity in an oil servicing company operating in the Niger Delta — $85M
Silent investment in a fast-rising fintech corporation — $50M
Majority stake in Adebayo, Kolade & Partners Legals — $35M valuation
Real estate portfolio (commercial + luxury residential holdings across Lagos and Abuja) — $70M
[TOTAL CONFIRMED VALUE: $800,000,000 USD]
Anthony exhaled slowly.
It wasn’t just money anymore.
It was influence.
Infrastructure.
Power woven into industries that controlled narratives, resources, and movement.
And yet—
[SYSTEM UPGRADE IN PROGRESS]
Duration: 24 Hours
Notice: All existing features will undergo enhancement.
Temporary shutdown required.
Anthony’s expression darkened slightly.
“Shutting down… now?” he muttered under his breath.
That meant no predictive alerts.
No guidance.
No hidden calculations working behind the scenes.
For the first time since everything began… he would be alone again.
The interface flickered one last time.
[SURVIVE. ADAPT. EVOLVE.]
Then it vanished.
Silence.
“Brother… are you even listening to me?”
Pelumi’s voice dragged him back.
Anthony blinked, the sharp edge in his gaze softening as he turned to her.
She was seated across from him, legs tucked under herself, eyes bright—too bright.
There was something about her now.
Something that hadn’t been there before. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
“I said,” she continued, slightly annoyed, “I want to study something that combines both music and film. Not just one. Both.”
Anthony leaned back, studying her carefully.
“Music and film?” he repeated.
“That’s not exactly a conventional path.”
“I don’t want my way to be conventional,” she shot back immediately.
There it was.
It wasn’t just ambition—it felt guided.
As if something invisible had nudged her toward this path.
The system.
Even in its silence, its influence lingered.
Pelumi leaned forward, her voice softer now but filled with conviction.
“I want to create. Not just sing… not just act. I want to build stories. Soundtracks, movies… something that lasts.”
Anthony didn’t respond immediately.
Instead, he watched her.
Really watched her.
The subtle changes… the confidence… the clarity of purpose.
Her fate had shifted.
And unlike him, she didn’t even realize it.
“…Ok.” he said finally.
Simple.
Firm.
Pelumi’s face lit up instantly.
“Really?!”
Anthony smirked faintly.
“When have I ever said something I couldn’t do?”
She laughed, throwing her arms around him without hesitation.
But Anthony’s gaze drifted slightly.
Thoughtful.
If the system could reshape her path this seamlessly…
Then what exactly was this upgrade preparing him for?
Miles away—
The atmosphere changed.
The air itself felt… different.
Still.
Refined.
Untouchable.
Isabella stepped out of the car, her heels meeting polished stone that had seen decades—no, generations—of power walk across it.
Even the Bugatti La voiture Noire didn’t felt out of place.
Her grandparents’ country estate wasn’t just a home.
It was a statement.
An expansive masterpiece of architecture blending old aristocratic design with modern dominance.
Marble pillars towered at the entrance.
Manicured gardens stretched endlessly, guarded by discreet but unmistakable security presence.
This wasn’t wealth.
This was legacy.
Servants bowed as she passed, but Isabella didn’t slow down.
Her expression was already storming.
By the time she pushed open the grand double doors—
“I can’t believe this!”
Her voice echoed across the hall.
Two old people were conversing when she came in.
Funnily none of them chose to answer her nor give her face.
The old man of the Adeyemi’s family _
The Matriarch of the Adeyemi’s family.
Seated like royalty in the central lounge.
Her grandmother—elegant, composed, eyes already sparkling with amusement.
Her grandfather—commanding, sharp, radiating authority even in stillness.
“You moved the production timeline forward without telling me?” Isabella continued, hands on her hips.
“Do you know how that affects everything I’ve been working on?”
Her grandfather raised a brow.
Unimpressed.
Her grandmother, however, chuckled softly.
“Oh, look at her,” she teased.
“Throwing a tantrum like she’s still ten.”
“Grandma!” Isabella protested, clearly offended—but not enough to stop.
Her grandmother stood, walking over and gently cupping her cheek.
“You’re involved now,” she said warmly.
“That alone changes the pace of things.”
Isabella blinked.
That… wasn’t the response she expected.
Then her grandmother’s eyes narrowed playfully.
“So,” she added, voice dropping just enough, “is this about the production line… or the young man you’ve been spending time with?”
Isabella stiffened.
“…What young man?”
“Oh please,” her grandmother waved it off.
“You think I don’t hear things?”
A pause.
Then, casually—
“You should bring him to see me.”
Silence.
Isabella blinked again.
Wait—what?
Before she could respond—
“No.”
Her grandfather’s voice cut in sharply.
Both women turned.
He hadn’t moved.
But his presence filled the room.
“No one,” he continued, his tone calm but firm, “is coming here to take treasure. How dare Anthony has such thought.”
Isabella rolled her eyes slightly.
“Grandpa, no one is taking anything—”
“I am too old,” he added, ignoring her, “to start entertaining boys with intentions, and I can see from afar that he has bad intentions towards you. Hmph.”
Her grandmother scoffed.
“Oh stop it,” she said dismissively.
“You’re acting like you weren’t worse at his age.”
He gave her a look.
She didn’t flinch.
“If you scare him away with that attitude,” she continued, crossing her arms, “you’ll be sleeping on the couch.”
A beat.
Isabella blinked.
Then—unexpectedly—
A small laugh escaped her.
Her grandfather exhaled sharply, clearly displeased… but he didn’t argue further.
“But, hmph. I am not agreeing to this!”
He harrumph, and took his leave.
Who can believe the old man who everyone avoid his edge could be so tolerating towards his wife.
Her grandmother smiled, satisfied.
Then she leaned closer to Isabella and whispered—
“Bring him, I will test him myself.”
“Grandma, we actually just started this!”
“And I can see your eyes sparkled at the mention of his name.”
“But_”
“Enough, tell him I want to see him here this weekend. Let’s see if he has a backbone.”
She walked away.
Isabella run towards her, holding her hands.
But for the first time since she arrived—
Her anger had completely disappeared.
Replaced by something far more complicated.
She does not known how Anthony will felt.
After all.
This is one the most powerful, if not the most powerful man in the country.
And Grandma!
Everyone might see her as a doting, and submissive wife.
She’s the one running the internal affairs of the Adeyemi’s family.
She is a woman wielding a lot of deciding power!.
She was even praying for Anthony.
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