Half an hour later, Alex Rockefeller arrived at Maple Villa in his new BMW M8.
The previous wreck was left behind at the dealership.
After some inspection, the staff found the main components of the car to be functioning as intended. It
was as good as new after some overhaul.
Upon Alexâs departure, a small crowd quickly gathered around Chloe Zea, with envy and jealousy
plastered all over their faces.
âChloe, you are so lucky today! That is at least a hundred thousand dollars in commission for you!â
âWhere should I go to meet such a generous man?â
âYou should keep in touch. He is such a young guy and a handsome one too! If you manage to entice
him, your life is set!â
Chloeâs eyes twinkled as she started fantasizing.
It was two oâclock in the afternoon. Californiaâs West Hill Cemetery.
Also the worst cemetery in the state. Run-down and neglected.
Alex and his mother, Brittany Rockefeller, stood in front of a desolate tombstone.
The founder of the titular Rockefeller Group, with his net worth amounting to hundreds of billions of
dollars before his death, could only be buried here in the most run-down and desolate spot.
It was extremely difficult on Brittany.
Seconds in, she dropped to her knees and bawled her eyes out.
Alex cried silently and hugged his mother.
It took a while for her emotions to stabilize.
Gently plucking the weeds off the grave, she lamented, âWhy? Why was your father buried here? He
loved having company more than anyone else when he was still alive. He is so lonely here.â
âDidnât the Rockefeller family have their own cemetery? It was bought by your father when your
grandmother passed away. Why wasnât he buried there?â
Alex sighed. âAfter the incident, John Rockefeller accused Dad of corrupt practices and treason, selling
sensitive research information to folks of other countries. The old man believed his accusation and
banished us from the family. John also said that Dad did not deserve to be buried in the Rockefeller
cemetery and colluded with a few of Californiaâs major burial grounds to reject Dadâs ashes. This was
the only place that accepted him.â
He continued after a brief pause. âDo not worry, Mom, for I will avenge Dad. I will find out the truth and
seek the one responsible for everything!â
Brittanyâs expression darkened.
Being an extremely capable woman, she knew how to control her emotions well as she said, âAlex,
John Rockefeller is a nasty character with many devious tricks up his sleeves. We have to plan our
actions carefully.â
Alex nodded in acknowledgment even though he already knew what he needed to do.
Brittany continued, âJohn has perhaps misled your grandfather. Whatever happened, your father was
his eldest son. The Rockefeller familyâs wealth was the result of your father and my blood, sweat, and
tears, and we meant to pass it down to you. They do not deserve it. Our banishment is absurd. That
being said, we need to see your grandfather.â
They needed to do that to know what they were dealing with.
âThe old man lives in Assex Manor. It will be quite a feat to see him without any interruptions,â said
Alex.
Brittany replied, âWe need Uncle Coleâs help. Only he can get your grandfather out of his house.â
Uncle Cole was also known by his full name, Gavin Cole.
He was Bill Rockefellerâs best buddy; after all, they had known each other since they were young.
It should not be a problem with Gavinâs help.
That night, Alex and Brittany found themselves over at the Cole Residence, waiting for Billâs arrival.