MAVERICK
Sitting before Moses Braddson, the billionaire tycoon who owned Hover Company, gave me a different perspective about wealthy people. This man was intimidating as hell but also humble.
“Where is your family from, Maverick?”
“My grandparents are from around here. I was born and raised here, too. I don’t know about my father, not even his name.”
The food was delicious, and he probably had celebrity chefs to cook for him. The dining room looked like a banquet to me. His estate was the biggest I had ever been to, even bigger than Beatreigh’s.
“My mother was the best, while my father was a son of a bitch patriarch. I almost turned out to be like him. Thankfully, I met the love of my life even though we had only a short time together. I still cherish it. And believe me when I say this: money can’t buy happiness. Money is only to make your life better, but not a true fulfillment. Success isn’t measured by how much money you make. I’m happy right now because my son has forgiven me.” He stole a glance at Striker. I could see their considerable resemblance, including those eyes and the jawline.
“I’m glad you found and have each other now, Mr. Braddson.”
“Oh, he didn’t lose me,” Striker scoffed. “He’d known I existed for a long time. He sent me money every month, but I refused to see him. I used his money to invest instead of sending it back to him.”