Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!

The Steele Mansion was alive with warmth and laughter.

Pamela Steele sat on the plush sofa in the grand living room, her eyes sweeping over the lavish decor of her son's new home.

After being released from the hospital Pamela had expected to be going back to Malegreen Street, but Darren had taken a route she'd never seen before and into the most beautiful street she had ever seen.

Then he arrived at this... this mansion. At first, she had thought that Darren was joking. But he led her right into the building and introduced her to his housekeeper, Gladys.

This house. This mansion. It was her son's mansion.

The sheer grandeur of it all was overwhelming, but she decided she wouldn't bombard Darren with questions just yet. He had spent weeks worrying about her; it was only fair that she spent time with him without making him explain himself.

"So, how does it feel?" Pamela asked, leaning back and stretching her legs on the ottoman. "Your own place, this massive house— sorry, mansion."

Darren smirked, handing her a plate with a sandwich and some freshly squeezed orange juice. "Feels good, honestly. But it feels better having you here."

Pamela took a bite, humming in satisfaction. "Mm, this is good. You always knew how to pick the right things."

Darren chuckled. "I just have good taste."

Pamela glanced at him with a knowing look. "And apparently money."

"That too."

She looked at him for a long while and then let out a small laugh, shaking her head. "I'm not going to ask you where you got all this. Not tonight. I just want to enjoy my time with you, my little Dare Bear."

"Mom. I'm a grown man. Dare Bear was when I was twelve years old."

Pamela pouted, pushing her graying blonde hair aside. "But that's always what I'm going to see you as. No matter how old you get, how cool you become, or how much money you make. You'll always be Dare Bear."

Darren stood up and gave her a look. "No."

She grinned. "Dare Bear?"

"Mom. No."

Her hands stretched out to tickle him. "Dare Bear!"

Darren yelped in uncontrollable laughter. "Get your hands off me, woman! I'm no child! I'm the owner of a company for Christ's sake!"

For the next hour, all they did was play and spend time together. Darren gave her a mini-tour of the first floor, pointing out the grand dining hall, the state-of-the-art kitchen, and the entertainment room filled with everything from a pool table to a massive theater screen.

They played a few rounds of pool, with Pamela unexpectedly winning the first game, much to Darren's surprise.

"Beginner's luck," she teased, setting her cue aside.

"Sure," Darren replied, narrowing his eyes playfully. "One more round?"

"I don't think that's going to happen, Dare Bear. You've fed me with way too much, and now I'm full and getting sleepy. That soft bed upstairs has been calling my name."

Darren laughed. "Go ahead, Mom. Rest up. You deserve it."

Pamela kissed his forehead before making her way upstairs. Darren watched her go, a warm feeling in his chest. This was what he had worked for. To see his mother happy, free from pain, and enjoying the life a sickness had stolen from her before.

With a satisfied sigh, he sank onto the couch, pulling out his phone. As he did so, the Investor System's interface appeared in front of him, it was time to check on the company's progress.

Rachel and Kara had been working tirelessly on recruitment, and it showed. The Phase for Hiring (Phase 3) was now at 97%. Nearly complete. He scanned through the finalized positions:

┏Head of Research & Analytics: Simon Wilkes, an expert in blockchain technology with a history in investment analysis.

Lead Portfolio Manager: Miranda Sloane, formerly with one of the top hedge funds, Dawn Group, specialized in high-yield crypto investments.

Trading Strategists: Three individuals with deep knowledge of market trends, risk assessment, and high-frequency trading.

Security & Compliance Officers: Cybersecurity experts ensuring foolproof protection of the firm's assets and compliance with regulations.

Client Relations Team: A dedicated group to handle investor concerns, led by a seasoned financial consultant, Edward Blane.

IT Computer Technicians: A total of 30 computer wizards who are to be involved in a highly important operation to increase Bitcoin profit.┛

When it came to the legal aspects, Jonathan Vance and Daisy Chen had also wrapped that part up, ensuring the company was structured perfectly for long-term growth. Darren's next focus was finding an event organizer to plan the company's launch.

As he pondered his next move, his phone buzzed.

A notification from Facebook.

Facebook? He thought. He'd barely even used that social media. At this time, Facebook was the top most popular social media app. MySpace was still hanging on, Twitter was explosive and Instagram had just started.

Ever since regressing, the only app Darren had ever focused on was the CryptoTracker app that wasn't even anywhere near mainstream.

What notification could he be getting from Facebook?

He selected the message and was taken to a screen where he saw this:

You were added to the group 'BROOKFIELD GRADUATING CLASS 2007/2008' by Alison Parker.

Darren frowned. Wait… there was a class group? And I wasn't in it?

He clicked into the group chat.

James Winston: "Hey, so Darren is here now."

Alison Parker: "Hey, Darren!"

Darren didn't reply. Instead, he went straight to the group info. It had been active for about a year, but activity had picked up lately. They were planning the reunion.

It was supposed to come at the end of this month, but it seemed they had rescheduled it to October 15.

The reason? Tyler Mooney. He was still abroad, finishing some business deals for his father, and since he was supposed to be the 'MVP' of the occasion, they pushed the date for him.

Darren's jaw tightened. Tyler Mooney. Images flashed in his head before he shut them off immediately, refusing not to think of him.

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His fingers hovered over the buttons before he scrolled away, instead focusing on the member list.

Some familiar names were there:

Tamara Johnstone • active yesterday

Sophie McClain • active 5 hrs ago

Alison Parker • active now

Terry Wilson • active 10 mins ago

Olivia Sinclair • active 4 mths ago

Lily Smithers • active 2 weeks ago

Jaxon Daniels • active 3 hrs ago

Tyler Mooney • active 1d ago...

Darren Steele • active now....

Seeing his name at the newly added, it was obvious. The only reason he was here now was because they found out who he was. FuglyDuckling.

He exhaled sharply, considering his options. Should he go to the reunion? Just to spite them?

The doorbell rang.

Darren let out a happy sigh. "Finally, someone actually uses the doorbell."

He stood up and walked to the door. When he opened it, Rachel stood there, her usual Rachel expression on her face. "Hey," he said to her.

"Hey," she offered him a quick smile, then returned to serious mode. "There's someone here to see you."

Rachel stepped inside, and Darren's eyes locked onto the woman walking toward him.

Sandy.

She stopped in the doorway, gazing at him. There was a brief silence between them as their eyes were locked together.

Darren then asked her, "Did you get the friend request?"

Sandy couldn't hold back the difficult sad smile.