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

Ch-9

Lucas and Sophia stood frozen, their faces pale with disbelief. It was as if reality had just slapped them across the face—hard. This… this couldn’t be happening.  

Lucas snapped out of his daze first, his body reacting before his mind fully processed what had transpired. He lunged forward, planting himself firmly in Nathan’s path, arms spread wide. “Wait just a damn second,” he barked, blocking Nathan and the senior manager from leaving.  

Nathan arched a brow, barely sparing him a glance. “You’re still here?” His voice carried the kind of bored disdain one would have for an annoying fly buzzing too close.  

Sophia, however, had no intention of backing down. With her chin lifted high and an air of haughty arrogance, she sneered, “There’s obviously a mistake here. There’s no way—no way—this loser is someone important.” Her lips curled as she threw Nathan a look of pure contempt. “What, did you scam some old man out of that card? Fake your way in, just like you always do?”  

Nathan sighed, shaking his head. “I’d ask if you ever get tired of talking, but clearly, parrots never do.”  

Sophia’s eyes blazed with fury. “You—”  

“Enough!” The senior manager’s voice thundered through the lobby, sharp and furious. His patience had run its course. “I will not tolerate such disgraceful behavior in my establishment.” He turned to Lucas and Sophia, his gaze ice-cold. “Both of you, get out.”  

Lucas’s face twisted in rage. “Are you insane?! Do you even know who I am?” He jabbed a finger into his own chest. “I’m a VIP of Imperium Corp! You don’t have the authority to throw me out!”  

The senior manager didn’t even blink. “And yet, here we are.”  

Before Lucas could protest further, two burly security guards grabbed him by the arms.  

“Let go of me!” he shrieked, struggling against their grip. “You’re making a huge mistake! I’ll have your jobs for this—”  

Thud!  

Lucas hit the ground hard as the guards unceremoniously tossed him out the doors. His body landed with a graceless thump, the force rattling his teeth.  

Sophia gasped, rushing to his side. “Lucas!”  

From inside the building, a few spectators chuckled. Some even pulled out their phones to snap pictures.  

Lucas’s hands clenched into fists, his entire body shaking with humiliation. He had never—never—been treated like this in his life.  

His breath came out ragged. No, he wasn’t going to let this slide.  

Pulling out his phone with trembling fingers, he dialed his father.  

“Dad,” he seethed the moment the call connected. “I don’t care what you’re doing—use your connections and get me back into Imperium Corp right now.”  

His father’s hesitant response only infuriated him more.  

“I don’t care about the why! Call Mac Hilton! He’ll fix this.”  

Still feeling the sting of humiliation, Lucas hung up and immediately called Mac Hilton himself. The moment Mac picked up, Lucas launched into an angry tirade, demanding that he send someone to escort him back inside.  

Mac, though reluctant, knew Lucas was involved in an important deal today and agreed to handle it.  

Minutes later, a uniformed staff member approached the entrance, offering a polite bow. “Mr. Lucas, Mr. Hilton has requested your presence inside. Please follow me.”  

Lucas shot a smug look at Sophia. “See? I told you.”  

Dusting himself off, he strode back into the building, head held high as if he hadn’t just been thrown out on his butt.  

Meanwhile, Nathan had already entered Imperium Corp’s headquarters, completely unfazed by the chaos outside. The grand hall was abuzz with chatter as employees and executives discussed the anticipated arrival of the chairman and the powerful corporation set to partner with them.  

Nathan moved with an air of nonchalance, ignoring the whispered discussions swirling around him.  

“Wait a minute…” someone murmured nearby. “Isn’t that Sophia’s ex?”  

Heads turned.  

“That’s right!” another voice chimed in. “Didn’t she dump him for Lucas?”  

A few people snickered.  

“Damn, what’s he doing here? Looking for someone new to leech on?”  

“Maybe he’s hoping to beg his way into a job. Sophia really upgraded, huh? From a useless ex to a high-profile businessman like Lucas.”  

The mocking continued, the jeers slicing through the air like daggers. Yet Nathan remained utterly unbothered, his expression unreadable.  

Let them talk.  

Their words were about as significant as a gust of wind—fleeting and powerless.  

Just then, the grand doors swung open again, and in strode Lucas and Sophia, their presence immediately shifting the room’s energy.  

Lucas’s arrival was met with a wave of sycophantic enthusiasm.  

“Mr. Lucas! Welcome back.”  

“Ah, Lucas, you must be here to finalize the deal, right?”  

“With you here, I’m sure the collaboration will go smoothly.”  

The flattery poured in, thick and unrelenting.  

Lucas soaked it in like a sponge, his earlier humiliation already fading in the face of the attention. He cast a smug glance in Nathan’s direction before striding forward with exaggerated confidence.  

Nathan, however, remained exactly as he was—calm, indifferent.  

For now, he let them have their moment.  

Because soon enough, the real game would begin.