Chapter 4 Two Hundred Million Dollars

Julius arrived with his secretary in tow and immediately shouted, "Stop!" The group of men halted in their tracks. "Dad?" Frank froze, surprised. "What are you doing here?" Julius glanced around before asking, "What's going on here?" Frank quickly explained the situation in a low voice. Julius's sharp eyes glinted as his mind worked quickly to piece together the story. He surmised what had likely happened—Sherman must have helped Jack at some point, inadvertently angering Ella, which led to this confrontation. Julius was nothing if not shrewd. He waved a hand dismissively. "Well then, go ahead. Do what you need to." At that moment, Sherman spoke up. "Are you Julius?" Sherman knew this building belonged to Faraway Group, and his mentor's will had mentioned Julius by name. Frank exploded with anger. "You think you can call my dad by his name, you filthy savage?" Ignoring him, Sherman looked directly at Julius. "So it's you. Good. You're exactly the person I came to see." "Oh?" Julius raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What business could someone like you have with me?" "My master was Natasha Laird." Boom. That simple statement hit Julius like a thunderclap. His eyes widened, and his pupils constricted sharply. "Dad, what's wrong?" Frank asked, startled by Julius's reaction. Sherman remained calm. "Years ago, my master saved your life, and in return, you gave him five percent of your company's shares. I'm here to sell those shares back to you at market value. Just pay me in cash, and we're done." Julius's expression shifted repeatedly before finally settling into a warm smile. "So you're the disciple of my benefactor. Of course, no problem at all. Come with me to my office, and we'll discuss the details." He gestured politely, inviting Sherman inside. Frank was stunned. "Dad, what's going on? Does this savage own five percent of our company's shares?" Frank couldn't believe it. Julius only held fifteen percent himself, making him the largest shareholder. If what Sherman said was true, he'd immediately become the third-largest shareholder, outranking Frank. "Shut up!" Julius barked at his son before turning back to Sherman with a smile. "Please, follow me." Sherman nodded slightly and walked in. The moment he disappeared inside, Julius's expression darkened, his face twisting with murderous intent. "Shut the door and kill him!" "Yes, sir!" The group of men rushed in, and Frank gleefully slammed the iron door shut. "Dad, if we kill him, does that mean the shares will be ours?" Julius nodded coldly. "Exactly. The original agreement required his signature to finalize the transfer. If he's dead, those shares will belong to us forever." The five percent stake was worth over 200 million dollars at current market value—a staggering sum. Bang! Bang! Bang! Sounds of violent impact echoed from inside. Julius and Frank exchanged cruel smiles, confident in their plan. The noise soon ceased. Frank pulled out his phone and eagerly opened the door. "This couldn't have gone better! Not only do we get the shares, but Ella will finally be mine ... " Clang! The door swung open, and Frank's expression froze in shock. Sherman stood there, unharmed, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the chaos behind him. The men who had attacked him were sprawled across the floor, foaming at the mouth and convulsing violently. "Surprised?" Sherman's voice was ice-cold. Natasha was right—this world was full of treachery. Sherman hadn't expected to face an ambush just to claim what was rightfully his. If not for his martial arts skills, he would have been killed. Frank stumbled back in terror. Julius quietly stepped back, his expression betraying his shock. Sherman had singlehandedly taken down more than a dozen men without so much as a wrinkle in his clothes. This was more than enough to prove that Sherman's strength far surpassed that of his hired muscle. "You're a martial artist?" Julius asked cautiously, his tone grave. "Level One? Or Level Two?" Judging by Sherman's age, even if he was just a Level One martial artist, his potential for the future was extraordinary. Sherman replied calmly, "Go downstairs and sign the contract. I have other matters to attend to." His demeanor wasn't out of generosity but rather because he had noticed something about Julius. There was a faint dark shadow on his forehead, and faint discoloration, almost like early stages of livor mortis, on the back of his hand. These were unmistakable signs: Julius didn't have much time left. Years ago, Natasha had saved Julius, but she hadn't fully cured him. That had been a deliberate choice, a safeguard against the possibility that Julius might someday betray her. Julius froze for a moment. He had expected Sherman to explode with anger, perhaps to cripple both him and Frank out of revenge. But Sherman's composure caught him off guard. His mind raced, but Julius quickly nodded. "Alright, please follow me." At this point, Julius and Frank both knew their lives were in Sherman's hands. Neither dared to act recklessly. Inside Julius's office, he immediately pulled out a set of documents from a drawer. "Here, please sign." Sherman reviewed the paperwork. Though Sherman had never attended formal schooling, his knowledge wasn't lacking—a testament to Natasha's teaching. Once he confirmed there were no issues, Sherman signed his name. "Very good," Julius said with a smile that looked forced. "Based on the current stock price, your shares are worth 200 million dollars. I'll transfer the funds to you immediately." Gone was the ruthless businessman who had earned the nickname "War Wolf" in Riverton's business circles. In his place was a man who seemed meek and deferential. If the outside world found out about this, it would definitely be a huge shock. Sherman handed over his bank card. "Transfer it here." Julius nodded, personally completing the transfer and showing Sherman the computer screen. "The money has been transferred. However, given the large amount, it typically takes up to 12 hours to arrive." Sherman was aware of this standard practice. With the matter settled Sherman stood and prepared to leave. Julius signaled to Frank with a glance. "See him out." Though he seethed inside, Frank plastered on a polite expression and escorted Sherman to the door. Once Sherman was out of sight, Julius's smile vanished, replaced by a predatory, wolfish grin. Picking up the phone, he dialed a number. "Hello, this is Julius. I just made a large transfer, but there seems to be an issue. Please help me intercept the funds." Large transactions like this could indeed be stopped if caught in time. After receiving confirmation from the bank, Julius ended the call, a cold smirk curling his lips. "My money isn't that easy to take." Next, he sent out messages to his private security team. Julius ordered them to don suits, arm themselves, and head straight to Faraway Group headquarters. Even if Sherman was a Grade Two martial artist, Julius was confident that no one could stand against over a hundred armed men. "If he dares to show his face again, I'll make sure he dies on the spot!" Meanwhile, Sherman had left Faraway Group and was glancing down at his outfit. He decided to buy a fresh set of clothes and perhaps a backpack while he was at it. His current attire was too shabby, drawing unwanted stares everywhere he went. However, as soon as he tried to enter a clothing store, he was promptly shoved out. "Get out of here, you beggar!"