Chapter 524 I'm in for 4 Billion!
Facing Ryder's question, Brent nodded and pulled out his phone, handing it over.
The phone was packed with evidence—photos, audio clips, videos—all pointing to the shady details behind the Rigal District Stadium fire three years ago.
Ryder scrolled through it for over half an hour.
By the end, he was almost convinced Brent wasn't just spinning a wild story.
Ryder spoke, "You've got a lot of proof. Why haven't you taken this to court?"
Brent's face twisted with frustration. "Trust me, I wanted to. That confession from the arsonist? I busted my ass to get it. Thought it would finally clear the Wallace name. But the guy ended up hanging himself that same night. No witness, no case. With what's left, it's damn near impossible to take down the Youngs in this city. And nobody here's gonna believe me anyway!"
"I see." Ryder nodded, figuring the witness's "suicide" was anything but random.
Brent went on, "That's why I've been hustling for investments—trying to get my family back on our feet. The stronger we are, the better shot we have at taking on the Youngs and making them pay. Honestly, I've never spilled this to anyone. You're the first person I've told."
Ryder asked, "I have a question. If your family's been struggling since the fire, where'd you pull over a billion bucks to go toe-to-toe with Tyler at the auction today?"
Brent's face darkened with frustration. "I borrowed that. Over the last six months, I've been crawling to every friend or company my dad ever helped. I've sweet-talked, begged, even gotten down on my knees. Some handed over cash for old times' sake, others slammed the door in my face. Plus, we sold off every scrap of land and property the family still owned. It took everything just to scrape together enough to try and outbid the Youngs for the stadium. But Tyler still won."
Ryder tilted his head, "Isn't the Rigal District Stadium a sore spot for the Wallaces? Why the hell are you throwing everything at it?"
Brent's gaze locked on his coffee cup, his voice steady but loaded with grit. "Exactly because it's where we hit rock bottom, that's where I want to rise again. I'm gonna show this city that as long as I'm breathing, the Wallace name isn't going down without a fight!"
Hearing this, Ryder couldn't help but give Brent props.
He'd dealt with plenty of rich folks, and their cocky attitudes usually rubbed him the wrong way.
But Brent? Totally different. Ryder saw a bit of himself in the guy—grit and the ability to tough it out.
Those were rare traits, and they didn't go unnoticed!
Ryder smiled, "Very well, just based on what you said, I'm willing to invest in you!"
"Really?" Brent's eyes lit up!
Ryder nodded, "But not ten billion."
Brent waved a hand, "Ten billion was a stretch anyway. Any amount you're willing to throw in works for me! I—"
Ryder cut him off, "I'm in for four billion. You got the balls to take it?"
"What?" Brent froze, like he'd just been sucker-punched."You're saying four billion? For real?"
Ryder didn't even blink. "Too low? I can bump it up."
"No!" Brent shook his head hard, "It's not too low. I just... this feels like a dream. Are you screwing with me?"
Brent's words were absolutely sincere!
He'd hit up countless people in NYC for investments and connections, and every single one had turned him down.
So, when he approached Ryder today, he wasn't exactly holding his breath. But then Ryder dropped this massive offer—totally out of left field!
"I'm not joking, it's four billion dollars!"
After Ryder's confirmation, Brent dropped to his knees right there.
His eyes red, voice thick with emotion, he said, "Look, I'm not great with words, and I don't know how to say thanks. But this—this means everything. If you're okay with it, from today on, the Wallace family is yours. We're in your corner. Whatever you need, no matter how tough, we'll be the first to step up."
In a burst of raw emotion, he even gave Ryder three quick bows.
Ryder did not stop him.
He knew damn well that if he wanted to build up his influence in NYC fast, he needed to bring in more talent to work for him.
Right then, Brent had two things crystal clear in his mind. First, he was Ryder's guy now. Second, with Ryder's backing, he was going to settle the score!
Suddenly, Brent thought of something and asked, "I gotta ask—isn't the Rigal District Stadium land a big deal for Maple Group's strategy? You even showed up today. Just to screw Tyler over, it feels like you didn't really gain much. Isn't that kind of a waste?"
"Sharp," Ryder smirked. "Who said just because Tyler won the bid today, the land is theirs for sure?"
"Wait, what?" Brent frowned, confused.
Ryder's grin turned sly. "You'll see when the time's right."
The Young Group!
Chairman's office!
Constantine slammed his desk in anger, pointing at the trembling Tyler and scolding, "You useless fool! The Young family has become a laughingstock because of your stupidity! Do you know that the joke you made at the auction today has spread throughout the entire New York City business community? How dare you come back?"
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