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!]
Goldenborn
A few moments after Grantt and Ophelia headed to the other room, Ashira was left behind to talk with the rest about his proposition.
He was left with nothing but only a set of papers that seemed to be an official contract regarding their deal.
Altora: [Perhaps we've gone off with the wrong foot. I'm Altora Alistair. Alto's younger sister.]
Offering a handshake to the shaken young man, Ashira had slowly taken her hand and shook it, looking at her face that smiled as she lied naturally as she breathed.
Of course, Alto was also her, and that lie was only a factor she needed to say to Ashira to not disrupt the consistency of her story and background if Ashira were to sell that information.
Ashira: [Y-Yeah. That's fine. I hold no grudges as a Merchant. My name is Ashira Goldenborn, as my dearest friend had already said earlier.]