From Bullets To Billions

Chapter 100: Who Has The Most Money?

The Stern Manor wasn’t just large and luxurious, it was iconic. A one-of-a-kind estate with history carved into every stone wall and wooden beam.

It was the kind of manor that rarely, if ever, came up for sale. And when it did, money alone wasn’t enough to buy it.

For places like this, the price wasn’t determined by who could offer the most cash. If it were, the value would spiral into absurd territory, far beyond what the property was actually worth.

No, buying a manor like this required something else: influence. Power. A presence in the business world strong enough to pull the right strings and apply pressure in all the right places.

And when it came to influence, the Sterns were unmatched.

Currently, inside the grand meeting room of the estate, the same room where Dennis Stern would normally gather with his board of directors, there were only two people present.

Dennis, and Fred.

Dennis sat at the massive, polished table, large enough to seat thirty people comfortably. Instead of working from his personal office, he had spread out numerous documents across the table’s surface, files, printouts, charts, photographs.

”I know everything’s done digitally these days,” Dennis muttered, running a hand along the edge of the table, ”but I can’t process things the same way unless it’s all laid out in front of me. I need to see it.”

He reached out and picked up one of the files.

Attached to the inside was a photo of Max, clipped neatly in the corner. Underneath it, several sheets of paper were stacked, each one filled with information.

”Max, Max, Max...” Dennis shook his head, staring down at the photo. ”You spent so long ignoring the money... and because of that, I was curious. Genuinely curious what your first move would be.”

He leaned back slightly, eyes narrowing.

”But I just don’t understand them.”

”Your heart softening, Max?” Dennis muttered to himself. ”Did you finally give in to the woman who left you to save her business? And then this, what’s this nonsense?”

He flipped through another page.

”You’ve been buying up several commercial buildings... Fred, did you find out anything about these places?”

”I did,” Fred replied, stepping forward. ”All the buildings he’s purchased are within a ten-mile radius of his apartment. The land value isn’t high, so the properties themselves are relatively inexpensive.”

He paused.

”There is one thing all the buildings have in common.”

That caught Dennis’s attention. He raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

”They all contain gyms,” Fred said.

”A gym?” Dennis echoed, confused. ”So... that’s it? Max’s grand plan is to open a chain of gyms? But none of them are in prime locations. The land isn’t worth much either.”

He leaned back in his chair, expression shifting.

”Is he just trying to build something sustainable and quietly disappear? Or is he seeing something far beyond what we can understand, something years ahead?”

Dennis let out a small sigh and stretched out his hand for another file. This time, when he opened it, a photo of young Chad Stern stared back at him. Dennis’s reaction was immediate, he shook his head in disappointment.

”Out of all my heirs... the one I’m most disappointed in is him,” Dennis muttered. ”I didn’t even foresee something like what happened to him... maybe I should’ve kept a closer eye.”

”You gave all of them the same opportunities,” Fred said calmly. ”There’s only so much you can do.”

Dennis didn’t respond right away.

Instead, he flipped the folder shut.

”Have you managed to gather the rest of the data I asked for?” he asked, his tone returning to business.

”I have,” Fred replied, straightening up. ”It’s time for our monthly evaluation. And despite you always saying you prefer things on paper... you still ask me to do this.”

He pressed a button on the remote in his hand, and a quiet mechanical hum filled the room. A large screen began descending from the ceiling.

Moments later, a projector beamed light across the room, casting a crisp display onto one of the manor’s walls.

Just like with the physical files, an image appeared in the corner, this time, it was Cici, Dave’s daughter.

”Cici hasn’t spent much of the money at all,” Fred began. ”Outside of her own personal comfort, of course. She’s bought a house, pays for gardeners, and has been looking into sustainable projects.”

Fred gestured toward the screen as details highlighted Cici’s investments.

”These are low-maintenance ventures, things she can manage with little effort while continuing to live comfortably on her own. It’s fair to say she’s one of the few who’s chosen not to engage in the chaos surrounding the rest of the family.”

A warm smile spread across Dennis’s face.

Among all his grandchildren, he found Cici the most pleasant to talk to, mostly because her interests weren’t centered around money or power. She had a calmness about her, something different.

Still, for a man like Dennis, who loved talking about money more than almost anything else, her attitude was also a refreshing change of pace.

”Next,” Fred continued, tapping a key on his tablet, ”we have Bobo, Karen’s daughter.”

Her profile filled the screen.

”She’s spent a significant portion of her fortune, roughly two hundred million.”

Dennis’s brows lifted slightly.

”However,” Fred continued, ”her spending has been smart. She’s investing in herself, building her personal brand, even paying for her own publicity. She’s also put money into several biotech companies.”

Fred paused, scrolling through a few more slides.

”If any of those companies achieve a breakthrough, it could lead to massive profits.”

Dennis leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing with interest.

Out of all the heirs, he believed Bobo was the most intelligent. The issue wasn’t her mind, it was how fast the money was moving.

He glanced at the files again. Not all of it looked good.

There were things Bobo had swept under the rug, things that, if brought to light, could destroy her reputation entirely. It was good to be ruthless in business, but she hadn’t been burned yet. That was a lesson she might come to learn... eventually.

”Next,” Fred continued, ”we have Karen, mother to both Chad and Bobo. As for her, she’s lost most of her fortune investing in her designer brand and luxury malls.”

Dennis let out a quiet sigh.

”Then there’s Dave Stern,” Fred said, switching the slide. ”Currently, he’s the chairman of a competing water company. He’s lost some wealth trying to buy up your competition. A brave move, if I do say so myself.”

Dennis folded his arms, letting out a low chuckle.

”Brave or foolish, we’ll see which.”

Fred moved on.

”Now we have Donto. Among the youngest heirs, he’s made the most money so far. He’s become what people call a ’social influencer.’”

A video clip flashed briefly on the screen, Donto posing in front of exotic cars and branded workout gear.

”His following and lifestyle have led to several sponsorships,” Fred explained. ”Not just in his sport, but in various other industries. Ironically, some of them are areas our own company hasn’t tapped into yet.”

Dennis nodded thoughtfully.

”We also have Marsha,” Fred added. ”She’s founded a highly successful venture capitalist firm and has a sharp eye for investing in start-ups. Many of them have already turned a strong profit.”

”And lastly,” Fred said as he swiped to the final profile, ”we have Randy Stern. Out of everyone in the family, Randy has made the most income.”

Dennis’s expression changed the instant Randy’s name was spoken. He reached for Randy’s file, opening it with tense fingers, only to find a single photo inside.

No notes. No breakdowns. No paper trail.

”And it’s the same as usual?” Dennis asked, eyes narrowed.

Fred gave a slow nod.

”The same as always,” he said. ”We still have no idea where he’s earning his money... or what he’s actually doing.”

The final slide of the presentation appeared on the screen, displaying a ranked list of the Stern family’s financial standings, rounded to the nearest million, from lowest to highest.

Right at the bottom were two names, listed with nothing but question marks.

Max Stern (???? - Figures not updated)

Chad Stern (???? - Figures not updated)

Karen Stern: $490,000,000

Bobo Stern: $675,000,000

Dave Stern: $893,000,000

Cici Stern: $952,000,000

Donto Stern: $1,254,000,000

Marsha Stern: $4,465,000,000

Randy Stern: $12,126,000,000

”At any point, these numbers could change,” Dennis said, his voice quiet but firm. ”They have the money, and the skill, to make that happen.”

He paused, eyes locked on the screen.

”But I still haven’t seen what I’ve been waiting for. Not a single one of them has surpassed me. Not yet.”

He stood up from his seat, the room suddenly heavier with tension.

”Eventually, one of them will,” he continued. ”And when that day comes, when someone finally rises above me... I’ll start worrying about the knives waiting to stab me in the back.”

He walked to the far end of the table and opened the final file, the one bearing his own name.

Inside was a single photograph.

Dennis Stern: $21,788,000,000