Chapter eighteen

Karis has flown back to his apartment in California untied states after his meeting with the other members of the billionaire club.

After he had finished from Harvard, he had made a vow to himself to build his own legacy. His father came from a long line of what the twenty first century could safely refer to as the aristocrats. Of course, they were not title holders or anything that grand, but the Ilobi were filthy rich, and the wealth could be traced to as far back as the nineteenth century, then there was his father. His mother's was the typical grass to grace story, she had been a normal kid, attending public school, and had been the valedictorian in her graduating class. She had taken that on to her university at her state, and ended up in the student body council. From there, it had been one gradual but consistent step at a time to her greatness, earning herself the title - man of the people. But now, she was dead.

His father's narrative was that through his wife, he had exp