Chapter 158 THE END
Roger’s POV
Congratulations to our youngest graduate and Valedictorian, Roger Dawson," the MC announced as the sound of applause filled the air. I walked to the stage to collect my certificate.
My schooling was different from most children my age as I received a lot of home tuition and skipped grades due to my exceptionally high IQ and my early interest in creating wealth.
When I entered college at the age of twelve, I told my dad that I would graduate by fourteen, and he believed in me. My battle skills were strong, but so was my dedication to education and my career.
My dad taught me that the quickest way to make money without physically going to an office was through hacking, but he was unsure if I could balance it with my studies.
Driven by my determination to achieve financial success independently, I seized the opportunity at the age of five. By the time I was seven, I had gained a reputation in the cyber market, with my true identity concealed.
My code name is 'Terror D2.' I chose 'Terror' because I wanted to instill fear like my father, and 'D2' represents the love instilled in me by my mother, with the initials of my twin siblings.
Terror Delanie and Declan became Terror D2. As the youngest graduate, I attracted a lot of attention, despite my height suggesting otherwise. My academic record showed I was fourteen, but my colleagues didn't realize it because I was as tall as my dad, Giovanni Dawson.
He would often tease me about not growing taller, while my mom insisted that I would. This dynamic made it difficult for me to make close friends, as most of them were older and wanted to attend parties that I was not only too young for but had zero interest in.
"Roger, congratulations!" Delanie shouted from the audience, and I smiled and waved at her. After the ceremony, she leaped at me, and I caught her, swirling her around. I had always believed that the only woman I loved was my mother until Delanie and Declan were born.
My dad was concerned that spending too much time with them would distract me from my goals, but it had the opposite effect.
The more time I spent with them, the more motivated I became to do better and protect them. “Thank you, my kitten," I kissed her on the cheek.
The night Delanie and Declan were born, my beloved pets, Milo and Pip, died mysteriously, but I never got replacements for them. Instead, I nicknamed Delanie "Kitten" and Declan "Pup" to remind me of my puppy and kitten. Growing up, Declan hated the nickname, while Delanie enjoyed hers.
Mom said it reminded her of the pet name her ex-husband gave her rival, Kitty, and we always laugh about it.
"I knew Roger would make it," Declan gave me a fist bump. I smiled at him and asked, "So, are you up for the challenge? You have to make fifty million dollars on your own before you can inherit Mommy and Daddy's wealth," I informed him.
Declan was smart and very intelligent. At eight, he had already skipped three classes, so I'm certain he will graduate college earlier than me.
As for Delanie, she has an amazing voice like Mom's and has already been featured twice in her concerts.
However, Dad is worried about her becoming famous at such a young age. Mom always promises to retire from singing, but she always releases a new album whenever we go on vacation together.
Uncle Hank and Nora’s twins, Hector and Henry, spent a lot of time with us, and I was tasked with training them, which I enjoyed. Cooking is my way to distress, with Delanie singing like Mom used to do.
Our family has been nearly perfect, except for occasional attacks from mafia gangs, but they never succeeded against us.
"Roger, are you going to start working or pursue your master's?" Hendrix asked. I didn't have an answer yet, as I wanted to discuss it with Dad first.
Learning from the older generation has made my life journey easier and faster than I expected.
"It's time to celebrate. I'll think about that later."
"Son, I'm so proud of you," Dad said as we posed for a group picture. I was about to respond when Mom spoke. "I knew you would make it, and I'm always proud of you."
Dad booked a hotel for my graduation party, and with my peers unaware of my age, I always act as an adult around them.
Dad or Uncle Hank would swap the alcohol with special soft drinks of the same color so my friends would think I'm drinking the same thing as them.
One thing I will never do in my life is smoke because Dad said he quit due to Mom's allergy to smoke. I love her so much, and I would protect her anytime.
"A toast to the success of my first son, Roger Dawson," Dad made a toast. I raised my glass with Delanie by my side. She had that sweet smile that always brought joy to my heart.
“To Roger," everyone else echoed. I couldn't help but notice my young professor's gaze on Octavia. Although she was my biological mother, I always addressed her by her name.
We weren't close, but I'm glad her business is doing well. "We have a surprise for you," Delanie said, not waiting for me to answer before running to Mom's side.
Together with Aunt Nora and Hector, they sang me a special song. "Hector can sing?" Uncle Hank asked in shock. Dad and I were amazed as well.
He did a duet with Delanie that was superb, making me wish I had the voice to sing, but no one person has it all. "Thank you," I said with joyful tears, embracing them when the song came to an end.
Later that night, Dad called me to his study for an important talk. "You are already aware of your revenue from hacking invested in the stock market. This is what you have made so far."
He turned the computer screen to me, and my jaw dropped. "Two hundred billion?" He leaned back. "Yes, and you mentioned investing in spacecraft and aviation. I already invested a hundred billion in that, so you are now the CEO of RD Group."
“I'm too young to hold that position," I pointed out. He nodded. "That's why you're going to start working in your company from the bottom."
"What?" I couldn't believe he was suggesting that, but he was serious. "That is to build your strength in managing your human resources. You get to know people for who they are."
My shoulders slouched, but I didn't have a choice. "Fine, I'll do it." After all, I could still be in the hacking business and keep investing in the stock market.
I'll also get to deal with all the lazy staff hands-on. This is going to be interesting.
"Then congratulations once again. You've made me very proud."
Two months later, I returned from work in an Uber because of my disguise. My age had to be forged as well. Upon reaching home, Octavia was talking to Dad, Mom, and Uncle Hank.
"If you think he's not good enough, I'll let him go."
"Who are we talking about?" I asked. Mom sighed and replied, "Josh, your thirty-five-year-old professor."
My heart leaped, and I informed her, "Go for it, Octavia. Professor Josh is the coolest guy with a reputable character." She smiled and embraced me. "Thank you, Roger. I would never forget this."
A few weeks later, we attended their wedding, but Professor Josh returned with her to his hometown in Ireland, and from what I heard, she's very happy.
When I turned eighteen, my mom organized a surprise birthday party for me, even though she knew how much I hated them. Despite my usual aversion to such events, her wishes took precedence this time.
She was still the most beautiful woman in the world, second only to my sister Delanie, and the love she shared with my father was truly remarkable. They never argued in front of us, maintaining a harmonious relationship.
Throughout the party, I found myself hiding in a corner, feeling like the celebration was not truly about me. However, my mom eventually coaxed me onto the dance floor, urging me to join in the festivities.
The guest list was limited, as my colleagues were still unaware of my true identity.
Delanie and Declan, my siblings, were thriving. Delanie bore a striking resemblance to our mother, while Declan was a spitting image of our father, creating a noticeable contrast.
Despite this, I miraculously had my father's eyes, dispelling any doubts about my parentage.
After dancing with my mom, I shared a dance with Delanie, Aunt Nora, and finally Octavia, who arrived with her husband and five-year-old son to celebrate with me.
“Roger, you are now officially the youngest billionaire CEO with a net worth of eight hundred billion. The world must hear about you today," Dad said, but I refused.
"No, let's give it some time. I'm still observing a few things," I replied.
"Are you sure?" Dad asked, looking concerned. I nodded, and then Uncle Hank chimed in, "I think he wants to find a girlfriend first."
"A what?" I hadn't really thought about that until he mentioned it.
"Come on, Roger, you have to taste your first alcohol today, and we'll send you on a blind date," Uncle Hank proposed, but I declined.
"No way. I'm young, strong, handsome, and vibrant. I have the world ahead of me and plenty of time to find a good partner."
"I found you a girlfriend, Roger," Delanie giggled as she dragged her best friend, Lexi, towards me. Everyone laughed because Lexi was around her age.
"Alright, Kitten, when I find a girlfriend, I'll let you know first, how about that?" I promised, and she nodded eagerly, embracing me. "Happy Birthday, Roger, I have a surprise for you."
At twelve, she was a very beautiful lady, but Declan was taller than her and just as protective of her as I was.
Mom always joked that Delanie might never marry because every man would be afraid of the three monsters around her – me, Dad, and Declan.
"And what is that the surprise, Kitten?" I asked as she waved at Hector, and as soon as they took the stage with Mom and Aunt Nora close by, I knew what was going to happen.
For now, I would enjoy the first birthday party of my life, listening to this special song composed just for me by those who love me the most.
When it comes to finding love, even the night is illuminated by the light. I believe in waiting for the right person and loving them as deeply as my dad loves my mom.
THE END.