“Johnathan Blaze? No way!” someone gasped.“Are you kidding me? This guy doesn’t just show up to any event. It takes millions to get him to perform!” another exclaimed.“This is unbelievable! This artist’s shows are sold out worldwide—he doesn’t come cheap. Madam President must have pulled some serious strings to get him here,” someone else added, clearly impressed.“It’s said that even a million dollars wouldn’t guarantee his presence at an event,” one person remarked. “But here he is, performing tonight? This is beyond extraordinary.”As the name of the artist sank in, the crowd’s energy reached a new height, and everyone was on the edge of their seats, eager to witness the performance. The excitement was palpable, and the air buzzed with anticipation.After the artist finished his electrifying performance, leaving the crowd buzzing with excitement, the Master of Ceremony took to the stage once more, his voice filled with enthusiasm."Ladies and gentlemen, let the drinks be passed ar

As the room buzzed with shock and disbelief, Robert began his slow walk to the stage. The contrast between his casual, worn-out clothes and the grandeur of the event was stark, and the sight of him approaching the stage left the crowd in a state of stunned silence. Whispers quickly followed. Some people couldn't hide their displeasure while skme were totally left stunned. "Is he really going up there… in those clothes?""How could he show up to an event like this dressed like that? Doesn't he care?""Maybe he really doesn't need to flaunt wealth… but this is almost disrespectful."As Robert continued his way to the stage, some couldn't resist snide remarks:"Look at him, just a pauper trying to play the part of a prince.""Who cares about Hermès? Those clothes still look like they belong in a thrift shop.""This is supposed to be the heir to Madam President's empire? I can’t believe it."Gilbert, still grappling with the revelation, muttered under his breath, "Dressed like a beggar,

”His mother reached out, taking his hand in hers. “They don’t, but you do. And that’s what makes you different, Robert. You’ve earned everything you have. It’s not about the money or the name—it’s about the person you’ve become.”Robert looked into his mother’s eyes, seeing the deep love and pride reflected back at him. It was moments like this that made everything worthwhile. “I learned from the best,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “You taught me everything I know.”.....She smiled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You’ve always been special, Robert. And tonight, you proved it to the world.”As Robert was about to make his way upstairs after an exhausting day, his mother called him, making him to half turn and when he met her gaze, she told him to seat.Robert, there’s something I want to tell you. Tomorrow, I’ll be making you the director of all my conglomerates.”For a moment, Robert could only stare at her in stunned silence, trying to process what she had just said

The elevator ride felt longer than it was, each second ticking away in a shared, unspoken anticipation. Finally, the sharp ding of the elevator reaching its destination cut through the tension, almost like a release of pressure. The doors slid open, and they stepped into Mr. George’s office.Inside, Mr. George quickly gestured to the plush seats in his office, his voice tight with a forced calm. "Please, have a seat," he offered, trying to regain control of the situation. The office, though well-appointed, suddenly felt stifling, the air thick with the weight of unspoken concerns....Once they were seated, Mr. George, unable to bear the silence any longer, leaned forward. His eyes darted between Simon and Robert, searching for any clue as to why they were here."What brings you here this morning?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly despite his best efforts to stay calm. The earlier encounter with the receptionist had already rattled him, and he was determined not to leave another ba

Robert ’s eyes glinted with satisfaction as he watched Mr. Justin's anger escalate. He knew that provoking Mr. Justin would force him to reveal more than he intended. So he was Willing to make him take the bait....Despite Mr. Justin's rants, Robert remained composed, ready to handle the situation with wisdom to avoid any further escalation that could get out of hand.In a calm but probing tone, Robert continued, “It’s interesting you say that, Mr . Justin. But what makes you so confident that your decisions are beyond question? Especially when they seem to be driven by personal grievances?”Mr. Justin’s face was now flushed with fury as he glared at Robert. How dare him question his authority, he wish he could just stop this loser already but it seems he was not backing down anytime soon.“I’ve been making critical decisions in this company probably since you were still in diapers,” he snapped. “I will not let a nonentity like you undermine my authority here. Never! Your insolence is