CHOSEN AS THE TRILLIONAIRE'S HEIR

SHOW THEM WHO'S BOSS

The shop attendant looked at Ellis with a sceptical expression because he didn’t look like he could afford even their cheapest item yet he was requesting for the most expensive one.

“Umm, sir. I’m sure you must have walked in here by mistake. Everything in here is very expensive and no offence but you don’t look rich.” The attendant said.

“My attire is not what matters, what matters is what is in my bank account.” Ellis said and Jordan laughed.

“I’m pretty sure you don’t even have an account. The bank must have closed it down because we both know there’s no penny inside it.” Emily, fueled by a cocktail of resentment and jealousy, refused to let the matter rest. Her words were a calculated assault that made even the attendant laugh at him.

“Bring what I asked you for or I will report you to your manager for refusing to attend to a client.” Ellis said to the attendant who immediately became consumed with fear of losing his job.

“I’ll be right back, Sir.” The attendant left the reception desk and moved deeper into the store and returned with a watch.

“This is the only piece available in the store and it costs eighty million dollars. How do you intend to pay for this, Sir?” The attendant asked and Ellis brought out his new black card.

Jordan and Emily, their disdain momentarily overshadowed by intrigue, watched in silence. Ellis handed the black card to the shop attendant, who executed the transaction with a practised efficiency. The moment the transaction was approved, the sales associate, well-versed in the art of presentation, placed the coveted wristwatch within an exquisite box, its exterior a testament to the exclusivity within.

"Thank you for choosing us, sir. This is a masterpiece, truly one of a kind," the attendant intoned with a bow, presenting the box to Ellis.

Now that he had seen the black card, his approach to Ellis was more respectful.

Ellis, seizing the opportunity to elevate the theatrics of the moment, opened the box with deliberate grace. The watch, nestled within a bed of plush velvet, gleamed with an ethereal allure. The atmosphere shifted, undergoing a transformation. The balance of power, once tipped in favour of their mockery, now swayed toward Ellis with his showcase of opulence that left Jordan and Emily momentarily speechless.

Jordan, his earlier sneer replaced by an involuntary widening of the eyes, struggled to maintain composure. Emily, her disdain momentarily eclipsed by awe, found herself at a loss for words as they watched him wear the watch. Jordan knew he would never be able to afford buying just one watch for eighty million dollars

Ellis, seizing the opportunity to punctuate the moment, addressed the silent observers. "It seems life has a way of surprising us. Enjoy your day," he said, a subtle smirk playing on his lips.

Jordan, fueled by envy and resentment, decided to challenge the authenticity of Ellis' newfound opulence. How could this poor rat get a black card? There was only one explanation.

“Security! Don’t let that man leave. He’s a thief.” Jordan said and the store’s guards immediately blocked the entrance to prevent Ellis from leaving.

“Let me pass.” Ellis fumed. How dare they accuse him without proof.

“I am not a thief.”

“Yes you are.” Emily said. “We know you, you’re poor. How could you possibly have gotten a black card? You must have stolen it from someone. Is that why you’ve been absent from school all this while?”

“I will talk to the manager.” Jordan said and turned to go to the office.

In the manager's office, Jordan confronted the boutique's manager with a vehement demand. "I need you to confirm the owner of the black card that was just used for a transaction immediately. I suspect it's stolen, and I won't stand for someone parading stolen wealth in our midst."

The manager, accustomed to handling matters of discretion with finesse, maintained a stoic demeanour. "Sir, we take the privacy of our clients very seriously. However, I assure you that all transactions are thoroughly vetted. But we cannot simply disclose personal information."

But Jordan, unwilling to accept the boundaries of confidentiality, pressed further. "This is no ordinary situation. That black card signifies a level of wealth that goes beyond the man who used it. Come and see for yourself."

Reluctantly, the manager followed Jordan out.

“That’s him, the impostor and thief.” Jordan pointed at Ellis.

The manager looked at Ellis' clothes with disdain wondering why someone who looked so poor even stepped foot in such an exclusive store.

“Young man, I suggest you confess your crime. Where and who did you steal that black card from?” The manager asked and Ellis frowned.

“I am not a thief, the card belongs to me.” Ellis replied.

“How can a wretched human like you have a black card? I will make sure you rot in jail for this.” The manager said and initiated a process of verification. 

The financial department was summoned to confirm the ownership of the black card that had become the subject of suspicion. As the manager engaged in the procedural steps, Jordan's agitation simmered beneath the surface, his envy transforming into a fuel for impatience.

The manager received a call from the bank stating the owner of the card and the manager’s eyes widened.

“Y.your name is Ellis Royale? A member of the Royale family?” The manager stuttered in fear.

“That’s a lie. He is not a Royale.” Emily said immediately. “Look at him. He’s  poor.”

"The bank just confirmed it. The black card is the property of Mr. Ellis Royale."

But Jordan, entrenched in his envy and disdain, refused to accept the outcome. "I won't believe it until I hear it from the bank myself. I want them to confirm that he's not the rightful owner."

“The card belongs to me. My name is now Ellis Royale, heir to the Royale fortune. It will be officially announced tomorrow. You think this watch is expensive but it’s cheap compared to the wealth I now own. I could buy this store ten times over, and immediately I leave here, I’ll make sure my father knows how I was harassed in your store, Mr manager.”

The manager, recognizing the need to resolve the matter, immediately went down on his knees.

“I’m so sorry, sir. I promise it will never happen again. Please. I just got the job to manage this store a few weeks ago, I can’t lose it now. My boss will be furious. I beg you, have mercy.”

"Mr. Ellis Royale, we apologise for any inconvenience caused.” The shop attendant also went on his knees.

If his manager was begging then he had to beg too so they don’t lose their jobs.

But Jordan, though forced to accept the truth, could not let the moment pass without a parting shot. "It's absurd that someone could just walk in and pretend to be part of our world. One must be vigilant against impostors." He remarked, his words laden with a bitterness that refused to be concealed. “How could you possibly believe that this man here is a Royale? We go to the same school, we know his real surname.”

“I’ll forgive you on one condition.” Ellis said to the manager.

“Anything sir, anything you want, I will do it.” The manager immediately acquiesced.

“Throw the two of them out and make sure they are banned from ever shopping here.” Ellis said.

“What? Y.you can’t do that.” Emily stuttered in shock and he turned to face her.

“I am a Royale now, I can do what I want. In fact, I will buy the whole shopping mall right now just to prove a point.” Ellis said to them and then faced the manager.

“Who owns this mall? I need their number right now.”

The manager rushed to his office and retrieved the number of the mall owner immediately. Jordan, left with the remnants of his envious thoughts, could only watch as Ellis called the mall owner and bargained to buy the property. The owner agreed to sell it to him for nine hundred and fifty million dollars. Since that was more than the amount on his black card, Ellis called Mr Cyrus to send more money to his card to buy the property and within minutes, two billion dollars was transferred to him.

He paid the owner for the property and the deed of ownership was immediately sent to him through email to sign at any time convenient for him.

“The whole property belongs to me now, and the both of you are now banned from the premises.” Ellis smirked.