Arman stood in front of the old gate, holding the letter tightly in his hand. The words written inside were still echoing in his mind.
"If you want to know the truth about your family, come alone."
His heart was beating fast. After becoming rich, Arman thought his life would become easy. But instead, more secrets were coming in front of him.
He pushed the gate slowly.
Inside, there was a large training ground. Some men were practicing fighting. Their moves were fast and powerful. Arman felt nervous.
Suddenly, an old man's voice came from behind.
"Late… you are late."
Arman turned around. The same old man from the hotel was standing there.
"You… who are you?" Arman asked.
The old man smiled.
"I told you before. Your life is not normal. You are not just a poor boy who became rich. You are the heir of the Rahman Group."
Arman was shocked.
"Heir? What do you mean?"
The old man walked slowly and gave him a file.
"Your father was the real owner. He was betrayed by his own partners. They tried to kill him. You survived… but they thought you were dead."
Arman's hands started shaking.
"So… all this time… I was living like a beggar… while my enemies were enjoying my father's money?"
The old man nodded.
"Yes. And if you want revenge… you must become stronger. Not only rich… but powerful."
Arman looked at the training ground again.
"You mean… I have to learn fighting?"
The old man smiled.
"Fighting… business… strategy… everything.
From today, your training begins."
One of the fighters came forward and threw gloves at Arman.
"Wear them."
Arman held the gloves tightly.
His eyes changed.
The weak boy was gone.
Now, the Hidden CEO was ready to rise.