Lucian dragged his gaze from his phone to the man kneeling on the floor. He shook his knowing Mrs.Davis must have slapped Henry with the revelation of who he was. That was the only reason he would be on his knees wearing a miserable expression."I…I beg you, sir, please don't fire me, I need this Job," Henry pleaded in an unknown tone. "I…I didn't know who you were then please Mr.Morningstar pardon my ignorance."Lucian sighs, disappointed at his excuse. "So If I was a customer and not the Mall owner you would have done the same thing?" Lucian asked with furrowed brows. "Your ignorance didn't cost you your job, it is your character of looking down on people that did," Henry whimpered, understanding the weight of Lucian's words, with tears pricking the corner of his eye. He was about to say something, but Lucian beat him to it. "You had your chance when I asked you to apologize but you didn't and this is the consequence of your actions," Lucian said, walking out of the building. The

Lucian's expression was cold as his eyes dagger at the Lady behind the counter. She shrugged her shoulders and adjusted the strand of hair to the back of her ear to show she was unaffected by the rising tension. Billy and Veronica, favored by the situation, had a smile resting on their faces.Lucian clenched his fist. "Is that how you speak to your guests?!" his voice was laced with anger. other customers exiting the Prime Restaurant stared at him and Gladys quickly flashed them a smile before turning to Lucian with a glare."Did you just call yourself a guest?" Gladys pursed her lips, and when Lucian didn't respond, she rolled her eyes, irritated by his presence. "This is a ten-star restaurant for Christ's sake, not a place for poor people like you!""You don't even know me," Lucian replied, his anger disintegrating into a smile. "Of course, I know people like you. You are the type who claims he would be paying for a VIP table when in reality you can't afford to pay for your tuition!

Different feelings soared through the atmosphere. Lucian, who sat in the chairman's chair, proudly raised his head at the revelation. The manager, whose eyes looked like they were about to burst out of their eye socket, stared at Gladys with a white face, while Gladys, whose weight of action and words dawned on her, stood on shaky legs. Her eyes panned at Lucian, mixed with disbelief and panic. Feeling her lungs short for air, she scrambles to her knees. "Please, sir, I didn't know who you were. Please forgive me," she lamented, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. Lucian, who wore a stern expression, stared at Gladys, who continuously bowed her head to the ground, hoping her pleas would ease whatever punishment would be thrown at her.The manager, noticing Lucian's silence, rushed forward, also bowing his head apologiously. "I'm sorry, sir, I have failed to train the staff to have the basic attributes required by a ten-star "restaurant," Mark said, hoping Lucian would give a reply

The men watched, as the figure exited the luxury car parked in front of them, and a frown appeared on their faces, as they stared at Lucian, who also reciprocated their action with a sneer. The men tightened their hold on the girl, who whimpered with pain escaping her mouth. The taller man, who had a scar on his top brow, scoffs with irritation. “This is none of your busy boy, get lost!” The man growls, making Lucian clench his fist while his legs are rooted to the ground. The shorter man, seeing Lucian, was adamant about their instructions: glance from him to his colleague before pulling out a knife from his back pocket. “You don't want to mess with us, boy! Leave, if you know what is good for you!” the shorter man spat. Lucian stood his ground, sending a dangerous gaze between the men. The shorter man noticed Lucian wasn't scared, averted the knife to the girl's throat and she shuddered with tears flowing down her cheek. “P…Please don't hurt me.“ the girl stuttered, struggling

Lucian raised his gaze to the shattering rain pouring on the city, leaving the predatory eyes of the men staring from him to the girl handing in his shadow. None of the cars driving by dare to stop or interact, including the pedestrian who instantly retreats away from their destination when they come across the scene, as they assume the men with the mask and bat are from a gang, which always results in Violence. The rain became heavy, and none of the thugs seemed affected by the weather, especially the man who was skillfully swinging his bat, ready to attack.A dangerous smile crawled into Lucian's lips at the adrenaline running through his veins. His eyes watched every move made by his opposition. Predicting the thug's next move, Lucian lunges forward before the man can get closer to him. He quickly ducked his head, avoiding the flying bat that swung above him, and with the force of his clenched fist, he sent a heavy blow into the man's gut.With a loud groan, the masked man stagge