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Coulson chuckled. "Relax. Like I said, everything is cleared. You won't owe a cent."
They walked up the polished entrance steps—each one gleaming like it had never known dirt—until they reached the enormous double doors.
Ethan hesitated.
"…So this was his?" he asked quietly.
Coulson nodded. "Yes. Your father bought this place himself. Paid in full. And your mother never set foot here—not even once. After his death, the villa was locked exactly as he left it."
Ethan sighed, shoulders tightening for a moment, then nodded.
"Alright… show me."
Coulson—Robert Flair, as he introduced himself—pushed open the doors.
What greeted Ethan inside made him freeze.
The interior was the kind of luxury he only saw in billionaire documentaries—glass sculptures, hand-woven carpets, golden-trimmed railings, a chandelier the size of a small aircraft engine.
And all of this…
was now his.
"Holy… hell," Ethan murmured. "If this is just the entrance, the bedroom must look like a damn palace."
Robert smiled. "Wait until you see the pool."
"…There's a pool?"
"Three."
Ethan almost swallowed his tongue.
They continued walking, and Robert led him to a side building where the garage was located. He pressed a button, and the steel doors rolled up—
revealing five pristine cars inside.
Two Rolls-Royces.
Three other high-end luxury cars from different brands, all spotless, untouched.
Ethan stared.
His brain went blank.
"Do you like it?" Robert asked.
Ethan let out a weak laugh.
"Like it? Man, I used to dream of owning a car company because I could never afford an actual car. I had all the skills to build anything… but no money to make it real."
He rubbed his forehead.
"And I never told my mother how big my projects were. If she knew I needed money, that woman… she was too kind. I'm scared she might've tried to sell a kidney or mortgage the house just to help me start a company."
He swallowed.
"So I kept it secret."
Robert's expression softened.
"Well," he said, "your mother had her reasons for ignoring this place. Maybe… if she knew, she might've shown you where these billions were hidden. Maybe she would've lived proudly watching your big company rise."
"…Yeah," Ethan whispered. "Maybe."
Nahh, Original Ethan was lazy bump, who just wanted to be an gamer
Of course he didn't showed it on the face.
After another hour, the entire tour was done. They were now sitting on a sofa so soft Ethan felt he can sleep anytime on it.
Coulson—still playing the role of Robert—set a folder on the table.
"Now, just sign here, and the one billion USD will officially transfer to your name," he said.
Ethan nodded, grabbed the pen, and signed.
Moments later, Coulson handed him a sleek card and a paper with the bank details.
"All the money is already deposited in this account. If you leave it as it is, the bank's interest alone will make it grow steadily," he explained.
Ethan whistled.
"This is insane…"
"Oh, and about what you said earlier—wanting to own a car company." Coulson adjusted his tie. "I have some influence. I can get you the rights to an older, inactive company. You could take over as the new head."
Ethan blinked.
"I can start my own. Why would I bother with some old scrap company?"
"It'll save you a lot of time," Coulson said calmly. "The paperwork, the legal procedures, the initial certifications—all of that is already done. You'd just step in as the new owner."
Ethan leaned back, thinking.
"…Okay, fine. Then get me one. I'll pay the legal fees."
Coulson nodded. "Very good. One more thing—you should consider hiring maids, security, a household manager. A villa like this can't be maintained alone. If you want, I can arrange it."
Ethan narrowed his eyes.
"Who exactly are you?" he asked quietly.
Coulson blinked. "What do you mean?"
"Family lawyer or not, you are too enthusiastic about helping eme" Ethan replied. "So who are you really?"
Coulson sighed, dropping the pretense for a moment.
"What I told you is true. I was your mother's lawyer. But what I didn't told you was that I was her friend also," he said softly. "Even when she had nothing, she somehow managed to hire a private legal advisor… me, Not because she had the money for it , but cause we were old pals and I worked for free."
Ethan studied him for a moment.
"…Alright then, Mr. Flair," he said finally. "Just get me the company."
Coulson nodded. "And about the villa… do you want me to arrange maids and workers?"
"For now, I'll handle things alone," Ethan said. "I need time to settle."
Coulson accepted that with a nod."I see. Still, I know a secretary who's very competent. You'll like her. I can send her tomorrow."
"Don't need it," Ethan replied flatly.
"She will be of help," Coulson insisted.
Ethan exhaled. "…Okay, fine. But only after I own the company. And only when I actually get busy."He pointed at him. "Then I might hire this 'competent secretary' of yours."
"Understood," Coulson said with a small smile.
"Understood," Coulson said with a small smile.
He gathered his documents, slid them neatly into his briefcase, and stood up."Well then, Ethan. Congratulations. You've officially inherited everything. The villa, the assets, and the funds are truly yours now."
Ethan leaned back into the ridiculously soft sofa, feeling like he'd fallen into someone else's dream.
"One billion dollars…" he muttered. "Still doesn't feel real."
"It will," Coulson replied calmly. "Once you wake up tomorrow and check your account."
Coulson continued, "I'll register the company under your name first thing in the morning. Expect paperwork tomorrow afternoon."
"Yeah. Thanks," Ethan said, waving lightly.
Before leaving, Coulson gave the villa one last look.
"This place suits you more than you think."
And with that, he closed the door behind him.
The silence that followed felt almost too big.
Ethan slumped further into the sofa, staring at the massive living room.
"…Holy shit," he whispered.
He stood up, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and looked out over the private garden, the pools, the distant city skyline.
"This… this is actually my life now?"