The distance from the mansion to the company wasn't considerable; it was just a thirty-minute ride, possibly due to the light traffic."We're here, Nolan," Mr. Dawson exclaimed, turning towards Nolan.Nolan nodded slightly in agreement, remaining silent as he gazed at the tall skyscraper through the car window.His eyes fixed on the building, he unconsciously let out a gasp of amazement.Mr. Dawson noticed his son's focus and couldn't help but chuckle, pleased to see Nolan fascinated by the company building."Now, let's disembark from the car," Mr. Dawson said. Despite enjoying Nolan's astonished expression, he had to remind him to exit the car."Oh, right, we should get down now," Nolan replied, blushing as he caught the hidden smile on Mr. Dawson's face.They both exited the car, accompanied by Elijah, who had been in the driver's seat.As they walked towards the building, Nolan's eyes darted around, not because it was his first time seeing such a high-standard company, but because
Elijah, who was next to Mr. Dawson, was the one who had just spoken."What's the matter?" Nolan asked.He hadn't anticipated Elijah initiating a conversation with him without any prompting from his father.His surprise deepened when Elijah used his name instead of the usual "young Master."Elijah, feeling Nolan's gaze on him, awkwardly scratched his head."Nolan, are you taken aback that he addressed you by your name instead of the usual way?" Mr. Dawson sensed the discomfort in the air and intervened promptly."No, it's not that." Nolan cast his eyes downward, realizing his father had caught onto his thoughts.Although he acknowledged his father's accuracy, he resisted admitting it, fearing it would only amplify the awkwardness."Uh, okay." Mr. Dawson chose not to pursue his initial thought upon hearing Nolan's response. He stepped aside, allowing Elijah to explain the reason for calling unto Nolan."Uh, you've been in the sun for too long. Let's head inside the building and get out
Nolan was taken aback. Initially, he had intended to quickly apologize to the person he accidentally collided with. However, just as he was about to utter the words "I'm sorry," he halted in his tracks upon hearing the individual's initial words."Who's blind?" The person angrily demanded an answer.Turning to Nolan, the individual seemed poised to deliver another harsh reprimand."You..." The scolding words lingered, caught in their throat, as the person stared at Nolan in shock.Likewise, Nolan mirrored the shock on his face when he recognized the individual."What are you doing here?" Nolan swiftly altered his question, fixing his gaze on the person.The individual's shocked expression vanished upon hearing Nolan's question. "Hmph! How dare a trash like you question my reason for being here?"Nolan offered no response, only glaring at him. The person in front of him happened to be one of his former bosses from a past part-time job, known as Shawn, or Mr. S."Are you deaf, you idiot
Mr. S's expression turned to shock, and then it shifted into rage."What did you just do!?" he shouted angrily.Nolan snorted, dismissing the anger in Mr. S's eyes. "You know exactly what I did," he stated indifferently. "You shouldn't have crossed your boundaries. You shouldn't have referred to me as trash."Mr. S laughed loudly, as if he found something amusing. "Did I just hear you say I shouldn't have called you trash? Have you forgotten your name since you left my employ?" he asked, with a pointed stare.Nolan sneered. "Those are in the past. Back then, you used to hurl insults at me that should have been directed at yourself. You're the one who's trash!""You…" Mr. S gritted his teeth in fury. "How dare you say such words. I own a restaurant, and you own nothing. How can I be considered trash?" He felt provoked by Nolan's words."I won't waste my time exchanging words with trash like you. Get out of the way!" Nolan commanded.Mr. S felt insulted. He had never been insulted like
Their eyes widened in terror as they observed the slow approach of a figure towards them."Senior, we're just resolving some issues. Is there something you need?" The male worker, harboring grudges against Nolan, asked with a stutter.Ignoring the male worker, Elijah repeated his question, devoid of leniency. "I ask again, who dares to command the young Master to kneel?"Confusion quivered in the workers' legs, visible on their faces. None of them found the words to speak.After a few moments, one of them broke the silence. "Senior, we're all perplexed. Which young Master are you referring to?"This confusion lingered in everyone's mind. No one understood why Elijah was upset, and they were unaware of any young Master.Lowering their heads, they awaited Elijah's response. Fear enveloped them as they anticipated trouble, knowing how unreasonable Elijah could be when upset."Young Master, are you alright?" Elijah turned to Nolan, feigning ignorance of their question.Although he appeare
"Is he the boss's son?" they unconsciously inquired among themselves."Yes, he is," Elijah replied firmly."Hmm," they had asked the question without much thought, but they had hardly anticipated a response from Elijah.They all turned their attention to Nolan with a glance, but this time, it was accompanied by different expressions. A mixture of respect, fear, and astonishment appeared in their eyes.Their boss was someone they could only admire, and now, as they saw the boss's son, deep respect filled their eyes.Breaking the astonished atmosphere, a female among them questioned, "We're all surprised by this revelation, but the boss never mentioned having a son. How?" She wanted to know where this unexpected son had come from."None of your business," Elijah interrupted her firmly before redirecting his gaze to Mr. S. "Apologize to the young Master and leave!" he ordered."What...!" Mr. S refused to believe the order.Was he being asked to apologize to a former worker of his?!"You
"You had the audacity to raise your hand against the young master, and now you're inquiring about your mistake!" Elijah contemptuously remarked."Young master?" Fin was taken aback. "Is he the young master?" He turned to Nolan, wearing a shocked and disbelieving expression.In reality, Fin was utterly clueless about what had gone wrong. He was bewildered. Who was this young master, and why was Elijah involved? Elijah rarely bothered with trivial matters, so what brought him here?"Shawn, what's going on here? Didn't you mention that some troublemaker crossed your path?" Fin asked, bewildered.Mr. S pursed his lips. He struggled to respond. "Fin... why are you showing respect to him?" He gestured towards Elijah.Fin glared at him in frustration. "What do you mean? He's my senior, so why wouldn't I be respectful to him!" He almost yelled in a mix of anger and confusion."Just moments ago, you were boasting about your high position. How can his rank be higher than yours? In what way is h
Nolan gazed at him for a moment, taking in the information. It took a while for the realization to sink in. Knowing his father wouldn't casually jest in the presence of so many executives, Nolan concluded that his father must be serious, not joking."Father," he uttered slowly, grappling for words. "I'm at a loss for words. I don't know how to express this."His astonishment rendered him speechless. Without a clear way to articulate his thoughts, he simply remained silent.Though a surge of joy and happiness filled his heart, he refrained from expressing it vocally in the professional setting of the company. Instead, he concealed his elation within.Mr. Dawson only responded with a smile, understanding the gravity of the situation. He resisted the urge to prompt Nolan further, recognizing the ongoing meeting required their attention."We need to end the meeting now. The next time we gather, my son will also be present," declared Mr. Dawson."Very well. We'll depart now. Until next tim