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
The person who had just shouted and cursed turned out to be Vivian. As she approached them, her disheveled hair swayed with each step, and her crumpled clothing added a touch of drama to her appearance.Nolan glared at her coldly, dismissing her unkempt state. "Do you want me to repeat myself? Answer me."Vivian's loud curses had infuriated Nolan. When he heard her booming voice, it startled him, and he couldn't contain his anger upon seeing the person responsible.Ignoring Nolan's icy demeanor, Vivian snorted, "Do you really need to ask that question? You are returning to school today, and you never bothered to tell me!"Nolan, finally grasping the reason behind her outburst, sighed, "Oh, you shouted because of that?"Vivian rolled her eyes immediately. "Of course, I shouted because of that! Uncle Ryan informed me four days ago that you were returning to school, and I was taken aback because you never informed me. Initially, I wanted to confront you in anger, but I convinced myself t
Lifting his head, he rubbed his eyes to clear his vision. "Have we already reached my school?" he inquired."Yes, young master. This is Havda, your school," the driver responded."Alright," Nolan muttered.As Nolan prepared to disembark, the driver quickly questioned, "Young master, shouldn't I be taking you into the school? Why are you getting down at the gate entrance?"Nolan smiled and replied shortly, "I'm fine with you dropping me at the entrance. I don't need you driving me inside the gate."The driver found Nolan's action puzzling.Nolan explained no further. "I have no need to be escorted inside," he said.The driver silently nodded, realizing that Nolan must have his reasons for the decision."Are you going to carry the luggage yourself?" the driver asked worriedly, anticipating a scolding if Nolan handled the heavy luggage alone.Observing the driver's disoriented expression, Nolan sighed. "It's okay. No one will know I carried my luggage myself. You may help me get the lugg
Their eyes widened completely, displaying a mix of disbelief and astonishment. They were hesitant to accept what they had just heard. Could they have misheard something?Contrary to their shocked and disbelieving expressions, Nolan remained composed and calm, unaffected by their reaction."Can I have your account number now?" Nolan repeated, observing their continued silence."Uh, yes, yes, 09534…," the elderly man snapped out of his bewildered state, quickly providing his account number. The others followed suit, reluctantly sharing their account details.Although disbelief was evident on their faces, not a single word escaped their lips. They observed Nolan as he manipulated his phone, almost convincing themselves that he intended to fulfill the promised transfer.After a few minutes of anticipation, the three security guards began to exhibit signs of disappointment."Was Nolan merely playing a prank on us?" If that were the case, their opinion of Nolan would take a hit, even if it