Checking the account that now held ten million dollars, I still couldn't believe I'd pulled off such a bold move with none other than Sinclair Rosette himself.
This was more money than I had ever seen in my entire life. I could easily run with it, disappear somewhere far, but that would be an idiotic move.
No matter where I went, I had no doubt the old man would hunt me down. Instead of the six months he gave me, I'd probably end up dead on some remote island — just like he warned.
In truth I had no idea what my next move should be.
Fake it 'til you make it, right?
It wasn't that I didn't know how to use the money — far from it. What I told Sinclair, that I'd turn it into a billion dollars within six months, wasn't just a desperate bluff to save my skin.
Six months from now, I already knew what would happen. And that knowledge was my ace in the hole.
Even though I was completely lovestruck and all in the past, I still forced myself to take every academic lesson there was possibly out there, no matter how difficult.
More than that, Cole despised idiots — especially the lazy kind — so I studied harder than ever.
He was practically obsessed with investments, having dived into the world of finance at a ridiculously young age.
By ten, he had already established a small company managing his stock portfolio.
Then the MetaGrid Entertainment, a virtual reality gaming company about to launch the most immersive VR MMORPG ever seen.
In five months, it'll break sales records, thanks to the gaming craze about to sweep the globe, making my investment multiply.
Then there was SkyNetrix Aerospace. This company was on the verge of a commercial space travel breakthrough.
I invested because I knew they'll secure a major contract with a prominent billionaire space enthusiast, causing the stock to soar past expectations.
I scrolled through my laptop, eager to spot familiar names when a sudden, blinding headache knocked me off my chair. It wasn't like any headache I'd ever experienced before — this one was so intense, so crushing, I thought my skull might actually explode.
Then, darkness.
I don't know how long I was out, but when I came to, something clicked in my mind as if the moment of unconsciousness had unlocked a new thought. One name shot through the fog in my brain
: QuantumLyfe Technologies.
Specializing in futuristic health tech, including nanobot healing and personalized DNA treatments, QuantumLyfe had once made headlines with their groundbreaking research. I remembered now — they'd been on the verge of something revolutionary, but due to lack of funding, they were barely staying afloat in the global market. They were probably struggling right now to keep their nanobot program alive.
But if I invested in them . . . in six months, they'd make me billions. And more importantly, they might even find a way to cure Sebastian.
This wasn't just about money anymore — it was about totally gaining that old man's trust!