A Bastard For The Heir

Begging For Bread Crumbs!

The man emanated a fierce aura that he could even snap each of their necks off without blinking. Each of the guards took fearful steps backwards.

“There’s no need for all that, Mark. I was just leaving.” Wayne replied.

"Who said you could leave without making that apology, punk? Seems you have a death wish!" Gary hollered at him. "And who the hell is this clown you brought, he must be your lackey begging for crumbs just like you are!" 

Mark flew into a rage. "Wayne, who the fuck is this old idiot sprouting nonsense? Do you want me to break his neck?"

"Calm down." Wayne shot a fierce gaze at Gary and he cowered behind his mother.

"Are you willing to consider another marriage proposal?" Anna faced Loretta to ask.

"Y. . .Yes Grandma."

Anna turned to face Wayne. "You're lucky your wife saved you today. Next time, I won't be so gracious to let you leave in one piece, hurry up and get lost!"

Mark wanted to retaliate, but Wayne stopped him, deciding to leave the battle for another day.

He'd seen his wife and daughter, that was enough for today.

"I'm leaving now, but mark my words. I'll be back!" He swore.

Wayne patted Loretta’s hands. “Take good care of our daughter.”

He left the hall, Mark beside him, past several malicious gazes from the Moore family.

At the parking lot, 

The driver bowed respectfully to Wayne and unlocked the door to the Limited Edition Porsche.

Mark got in beside him. “You should have let me teach that man that was behaving like a fool a bitter lesson he would never forget!”

“They're still my in-laws, Mark. I don’t want to put up some violence in that family, especially not in front of my wife.” Wayne replied.

His lips curled into a sinister smirk. "What matters is that I successfully planted the notion that I'm a poor mechanic into their minds. Phase one of my revenge achieved." 

Both men exchanged knowing glances.

The driver started the engine, about to move the car when a man rushed to the front of the vehicle, screaming. “Stop! Please stop!”

The driver was livid. “What're you doing? Get away from the front of my car?"

“I have an important message!” 

Wayne and Mark exchanged confused gazes and waved the man over, he seemed to be a bodyguard. “What do you want?” Wayne asked.

“My Boss asks you to kindly join him in his vehicle for some brief talk.”

“And who’s this boss that cannot come meet Wayne Costa himself?” Mark lashed out at him, annoyed at the lack of respect.

“Alex Brooks!”

Wayne’s face showed no surprise. “Why does he want to see me?”

“For some small talk, sir.” The bodyguard bowed, gesturing toward a Lamborghini a few meters away.

Wayne whispered some instructions to Mark and put on his shades, following the bodyguard straight to the car.

A man on white suit and grey hair was seated on a couch inside. “Welcome, Mr Costa.” He greeted respectfully.

“Mr Brooks.” Wayne returned the respect, masking his shock. Why would the richest man in Las Vegas ask to see him?

“Come in, I just need to have some small talk with you. It’s nothing to be worried about.” He added when he noticed Wayne’s reluctance.

“There’s no need for that, Mr Brooks. I’ll listen to what you have to say from here.”

“Alright. Since you just returned from San Francisco, I would love to invite you to dinner to-” The man scratched his head. “See if we can discuss possible future collaborations.”

Wayne raised his brows. How did this man know he just returned?

“I can adjust the dinner till whenever you want.” Alex stretched forth his invitation card.

Wayne accepted it reluctantly. “Alright. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Thanks. Hope you liked the gifts my men sent to your wife?”

“The Moore family should be able to answer that better.” Wayne replied. “I’ll take my leave now. Thank you.”

And when he got to the car, he tossed the card into the glove box.

“Seems like that man wants to form an alliance with you.” Mark laughed, removing the earpiece from his ears.

He’d been a few meters away from Wayne earlier, listening on their conversation, ready to jump in in case anything happened.

Wayne nodded.

Since he returned from San Francisco a week ago, this man was the second influential men to approach him to seek his friendship.

The first was Simpson Reid, butler to the Salvatores, his father’s family in Los Angeles.

Do these men perhaps have an idea what his true identity was?

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Wayne alighted at the RollsWorth Corporation, the biggest company in Las Vegas that deals with manufacturing electronic gadgets.

He’d bought the company off the stock market 2 years ago on the verge of bankruptcy, and after discovering that the manager was involved in embezzlement, he fired him and employed another qualified man- Henry Hafford. 

Because the company previously belonged to the Wilsons- another prominent family here in Las Vegas, the media speculated endlessly about who the new owner was, tagging him ‘a ghost CEO’.

Wayne decided to come here without informing Henry to see how his company was faring.

He stepped in through the gates and the guards stared condescendingly at him, probably because he was dressed in mechanic clothes.

When he got into the lobby, a man dressed in a corporate suit was yelling at someone on a call, he didn’t look where he was going and bumped into Wayne.

“Hey, can’t you watch where you’re going?” He yelled.

Wayne glanced at his ID- Jad Wilson, Asst Gen Manager.

“How dare you stare at me so insolently?” Jad looked him up and down in disgust. “Is that how your miserly parents taught you to apologize after bumping into strangers? Do you know who I am?”

Wayne’s blank face quirked up into a smirk. “Let me guess, you must be one of those people from the Wilson family who stuck to this company even after stealing all the funds?”

“What?” Jad turned red in the neck. He turned around to face the guards at the door. “Who let this man in? How can a lowly mechanic come in here to insult me?”

Everyone in the lobby was alerted, even the guests enquiring at the receptionist.

“We apologize, Mr Wilson. I knew he would be a trouble maker the moment I laid my eyes on him.” Both guards rushed forward to apologize.

They turned to glower at Wayne. “What’re you waiting for, rascal? Go on and apologize to Mr Wilson, maybe he would be willing to let you off!”

“I beg your pardon?” Wayne was appalled. “Is this how you treat guests at your company, forcing them to apologize without listening to their side of the story?”

The taller one of them shook his fists angrily. “Who do you think you’re using all those fancy grammar for?”

“Mr Wilson actually bumped into me first, I should be the one demanding an apology!”

They burst into laughter. “Who do you think you are to demand an apology? The cheapest gadget here is worth more than your miserable life? Why should we care about some beggar that probably came to steal?”

Wayne’s face remained contorted in rage, but he was willing to see how far they would go.

“Isn’t it better to check the CCTV footage and see who bumped into the other first?” He raised his voice so everyone would hear.

“Punk, if you don’t go on your knees and apologize to me right now, I would break your bones to pieces and make you scream out in agony!” Jad threatened angrily, petrified that the truth could be revealed.

Wayne’s face turned cold. “What did you just say?”

Jad turned around to signal someone and several muscular bodyguards rushed in. “Make this man kneel before me and beat him up right after!” Jad instructed.

As the first guard reached to grab Wayne, an authoritative voice called out in a shaky voice. “Mr C. . .Costa?”

Everyone turned back to see Henry gaping at Wayne with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to some out to receive you on time.” He panicked, rushing to bow repeatedly to Wayne.