Reincarnated Realist In Another World
"They say that no man is an island, but an island can be conquered by man." Grant Maximilian, a wealthy man who owned the wealthiest corporate giant in the present world had died. And as he thought it was the end, he had woken up in a small run-down mansion, waking up from a fever, surrounded by maids. He had been reborn, however his name remained the same. As the heir to the doomed-land of Hellsburg, he will now begin to create his kingdom from scratch. [ Hello there! I'll be now update this novel st least twice a week due to my other book "Daily Life Of A Third Wheeler". Check it out as well! Thank you!]
His Forté And Your Loss
"Rigged the contract?! That's impossible! I've never heard of such a thing as possible! The Gods will not allow such sacred magic to be altered!"
"Oh, but it's been done. Just now."
With much unbelief, Mina tried to move her body accordingly, yet there was no response.
As if she was pullings the strings that had controlled her body, yet those strings were cut and were tied to another's hand.
She was merely a puppet who had luckily retained her sanity.
"Although it's a Control contract, I literally can control your body but not your mind. It's more or less a preference since I don't want to abandon my humanity."
Grantt picked up Marcus as Lori and the Hero remain still in their position, watching Grantt as his actions unfold each motive and power he had.
"I'd almost forgotten the whispers of business. That says, every deal you make, must be to your advantage and profit. Isn't that right?"
He asked, yet none of them could answer.