Elijah couldn’t believe what was unfolding before him. Young master? What do they mean by young master? The way hundreds of bodyguards bowed in unison, showing utmost respect, was beyond anything he had ever seen. He had always been invisible, blending into the shadows, unnoticed and unimportant. Yet, here he was, the center of attention in a way he never imagined.People passing by stopped in their tracks, eyes wide in disbelief, watching the surreal display. Even cars slowed, some drivers rolling down their windows to catch a glimpse of what looked like a scene out of a movie. What was even more baffling was that all this grandeur was directed at someone like him—a man who wore secondhand clothes and barely made ends meet.Elijah clenched his fists, unsettled by the absurdity of it all. “You must be mistaken,” he said, his voice sharp as he turned to Alfred, the leader of the group. “I think you've got the wrong guy.”Alfred remained calm, his expression unwavering. “Young master,

Morning came faster than expected, and Elijah found himself riding his worn-out scooter through the busy streets of New York, heading towards Windsor Company’s branch office. Despite the hustle of the city, Elijah couldn't help but notice the towering structure of Windsor’s building in the distance. Even though it was just a branch, the architecture was breathtaking—something straight out of a prestigious architectural magazine. The glass windows shone brightly under the rising sun, making the building look sharp and modern. Its clean, smooth lines gave it a powerful appearance, like it was built for only the most important people. Elijah, standing outside in his scuffed shoes and old, worn jacket, looked completely out of place. This was the kind of place where the rich and powerful belonged, and it looked like he didn’t fit in at all.After parking his scooter in a spot he barely managed to find, Elijah stepped off and let out a deep sigh. Glancing at the time on his watch, he no