Beaten by my ex, now I'm a Trillionaire Heir

Ch-7

Lucas leaned in slightly, lowering his voice like he was about to let Nathan in on some secret. "Wait, wait—don’t tell me." His mock gasp was so over-the-top it could’ve won an award. "You’re looking for a job here, aren’t you?"

Sophia clapped her hands together, grinning. "Oh, that makes so much sense! Maybe he’s here to apply for a janitor position! Can you imagine? Nathan the mop boy!"

Lucas burst into laughter, nodding enthusiastically. "Oh, absolutely! I can totally see it now. ‘Nathan Cole – Master of Mops, King of Cleaning Supplies!’"

Sophia giggled. "‘Employee of the Month’ for wiping floors the fastest!"

Nathan remained completely unfazed, his smirk never leaving his face. He watched them with lazy amusement, like they were performing a second-rate comedy act.

He tilted his head. "You two seem awfully confident. What’s the occasion? Did Lucas finally learn how to count past ten?"

Lucas’ grin stiffened for a second, but he recovered quickly, sneering. "Oh, wouldn’t you like to know? Unlike you, I actually have a future. I’m here because Imperium Corp invited me to their anniversary celebration today."

Sophia ran her manicured nails along Lucas' expensive suit sleeve, giving Nathan a smug look. "It’s a very exclusive event, only for real businessmen. Not for, you know…" She waved a hand vaguely in his direction.

Lucas chuckled. "Broke parasites who survive by clinging to rich women?"

Sophia snorted. "Exactly! He probably thinks just showing up will magically make him part of the big leagues. So sad."

Nathan exhaled a low chuckle, shaking his head. "And you’re certain your ‘partnership’ with Imperium Corp is secured?"

Lucas' smile flickered, a brief crack in his arrogance. But then he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Of course, it’s secured. My family is about to finalize a huge deal with them. I have connections, Nathan. Real ones. Not imaginary fantasies like you."

Sophia laughed, her voice syrupy with mock sympathy. "Oh, Nathan. You poor, delusional cockroach. Do you really think Imperium Corp—the biggest conglomerate in the city—would ever work with someone like you?"

Lucas smirked, leaning closer. "You don’t even qualify to lick the dirt off the chairman’s shoes."

Nathan’s smirk widened. "I wouldn’t be so sure about that."

Lucas’ brows furrowed, his patience thinning. "And what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Nathan shrugged. "Just that you might not be as important as you think you are. Your deal isn’t signed yet, is it?"

Lucas' eye twitched.

Sophia’s smile stiffened.

Nathan’s voice dropped into a mocking whisper. "You’re walking around like a peacock thinking you already own the farm, but what if the farmer decides to cook you for dinner instead?"

Lucas' nostrils flared. "You really don’t know when to shut up, do you?"

Sophia rolled her eyes, clearly done with the conversation. "Enough of this. Security!"

Lucas snapped his fingers, his confidence returning as a group of security guards approached.

"This nobody doesn’t have an invitation," Lucas declared. "Throw him out."

The guards stepped forward, ready to grab Nathan by the arms.

Nathan didn’t move.

Instead, he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head in amusement.

"Oh, you idiots," he muttered, grinning.

"Last chance, Nathan," he sneered, rolling his shoulders like a boxer before a fight. "Either you turn around and leave like a good little mutt, or these guys will drag you out by the collar."

Sophia Miller’s laugh was cruel, her voice laced with fake sympathy. "Nathan, seriously, just stop embarrassing yourself. This isn’t your world. You’re like a cockroach who scurried into a five-star restaurant—no one wants you here."

Nathan barely reacted. Instead, he simply reached into his pocket and pulled out something that made the air shift.

The moment he raised the black card between his fingers, a subtle weight settled in the space between them.

A sleek, jet-black card, embossed with a golden Imperium Corp logo, shimmering under the sunlight.

Lucas’ smug grin flickered.

Sophia’s lips parted slightly.

The security guards, however, weren’t impressed.

A bald, heavy-set guard, clearly the head of security, let out a mocking snort. "You really expect us to believe that’s real?"

Lucas recovered quickly, bursting into laughter.

"Oh my God, you printed that yourself, didn’t you?" He clapped his hands together, his cackles echoing across the entrance. "Nathan the scam artist! What’s next? You gonna tell us you’re the secret heir to Imperium Corp?"

Sophia giggled, shaking her head. "No, no. I think he’s going to tell us he’s the new CEO! Oh wait—maybe the hidden boss of the underworld!"

Lucas added, "Honestly, I’ve seen cheap street magicians pull off more convincing tricks!"

Nathan simply tilted his head, watching them with calm amusement.

He could hear the insecurity beneath their laughter. It was a little too loud, a little too forced.

The bald guard stepped forward, rolling his thick shoulders. "Alright, buddy, enough with the games. Fake card or not, you’re leaving."

Nathan sighed, cracking his knuckles. "I wouldn’t do that if I were you."

The guard’s nostrils flared, his patience snapping. "Oh yeah? And why not?"

Then, in a single, sudden move, the guard lunged forward, reaching for Nathan’s arm– without knowing that it was the biggest mistake of his life.

SMACK!

The impact rang out like a gunshot, sending a violent shockwave of force through the air.

The bald guard's head snapped to the side; his bulky and muscular body was lifted off balance, before slamming onto the pavement.

The man rolled once, groaning, as the side of his face reddened instantly, a faint handprint already visible.

Every pair of eyes in the vicinity locked onto Nathan, expressions frozen in pure disbelief.

Lucas’ jaw dropped.Sophia’s eyes widened.Even the remaining security guards hesitated, their confidence shaken.

Nathan casually flexed his fingers, as if shaking off dust, his smirk never faltering.

"I told you," he said lazily, stepping over the fallen guard like he was nothing but a minor obstacle. "You really didn’t want to do that."

Lucas’ face twisted, a mixture of rage and disbelief flickering in his eyes. "You—you think you can just hit a security officer and walk away? Do you have any idea who you just messed with?!"

Nathan took another step forward, his presence suddenly overwhelming.

"Oh, I do," he said smoothly, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "The question is—do you?"