The reception hall suddenly became alive with a flutter of murmurs and activity as Lady Houston arrived into the reception hall.
She was nearly seventy, but in spite of her advanced age and bent stature, she had a powerful aura. There was determination, strictness and dignity on her wrinkled face, and her presence was enough to command the respect of everyone present there.
However, at this moment, she was nearly invisible behind the wall of tall and strong bodyguards that surrounded her, shielding her from everyone's eyes.
Max Delacroix, seeing the matriarch approach, eagerly rushed forward to greet her and make a good impression. After all, he was always ready to take advantage of a good opportunity.
Pushing through the people around her, Max began.
"A very good afternoon, Lady Houston. What a blessing to be able to meet you out here—"
But Lady Houston completely ignored him, her gaze fixed ahead, like she hadn't even heard him.
One of the bodyguards shoved Max aside, clearing a path for Lady Houston and causing Max to stumble slightly. However, it was not enough to deter him.
Meanwhile, Lady Houston moved forward, and her gaze fell on Matthew, who was standing in front of her, in pain and clearly not in a good state because of his injuries.
Her expression darkened with concern and anger.
“What is the meaning of this? Who dares to hurt—” she stopped abruptly, closing her eyes and letting out a deep breath to control her anger.
She then spoke in a controlled voice, which carried a sharp authority.
"Guards, come with me. Take him to the manor house immediately, he needs medical attention from our doctors at the earliest—”
Before she could even finish her sentence, Max Delacroix stepped forward again, undeterred and overexcited. He spoke, trying to catch her attention.
"Lady Houston, I must insist. If you would kindly allow me, please, I just need five minutes of your time. I have a proposal for collaboration that will definitely benefit both our companies greatly. It is important that we sit down and discuss this—"
"Really, Mr. Delacroix! You have shown your true colors now, despite your earlier arrogance and fake pride.”
A stern voice interrupted, which belonged to none other than Victor Donovan.
Everyone turned to see Mr. Donovan, Lady Houston's lawyer, stepped forward.
"How shameless can you be, didn't you feel even a little hesitation before talking about your profits, after you have just insulted the Young Master of the Houston family?"
Max’s mouth opened and closed, searching for a response, but words failed him. Earlier, he had thought that these two bums were just bluffing, and telling him silly stories to seem superior.
But he had actually mentioned this in front of Lady Houston?! Did this mean that it was actually the truth? No, no it couldn't be…
“What… what are you saying? When did I ever–”
He tried to cover for his lies, but Victor was in no mood to let him get away with it.
"Oh, really? Didn't you just ask the guards to throw out the Young Master, calling him names that I can't even repeat!"
Victor's voice thundered, and Max paled, shaking like someone who had just seen a ghost.
“I… I could-”
"Enough!”
The strict voice belonged to none other than Lady Houston, who was glaring at Matthew, making him cower in fear.
Lady Houston's eyes flashed with fury.
“How dare you even think about someone even remotely connected to my family, let alone my only grandson?”
Her voice wasn't high in decibel, but her tone was icy and her words were menacing enough. And the next words she spoke made Max feel like the ground was trembling under his feet.
"I will not take this insult lightly, you will have to pay for it. I will never do business with your family ever again."
Max's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to process what he had just heard. But before he could say anything, Lady Houston turned to a man standing by her side, whispering something in his ear. The man nodded, took out his phone, and began dialing a number.
"Lady Houston, please, there has been a huge misunderstanding," Max pleaded, his voice shaky. "I can explain everything, please have some mercy—"
The lady looked at him with irritation, like he was nothing more than a fly buzzing in her ear. Her attention quickly shifted back to Matthew, her expression softening as she approached him.
“Good- good afternoon, Lady Houston. I…”
He tried to speak, but she shook her hand.
"We will have time for these formalities later. Come inside first. We will have the in -house doctors take a look at you, before consulting the hospital."
Matthew nodded, grateful for her kindness. Lady Houston motioned for the bodyguards to support Matthew, who was too weak because of all the blood loss, to even walk on his own.
She herself guided him away from the crowd. She turned her back on Max, not sparing him another glance, even as he was shouting desperately;
“Please, at least listen to me! Please, I didn't mean any disrespect… It was just a mistake…”
His words faded as he saw them turning around to leave the hall as he stood there, stunned and horrified.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, breaking the silence. He glanced at the screen and saw his father's name. With a sinking feeling, he answered the call. "Hello?"
"Max! What the hell have you done?"
Lucas Delacroix's voice roared through the phone.
“I sent you there to fix things, not make them worse! But I should have known, it's my fault for trusting a useless son like you, you only know how to mess things up even more!"
"Dad, what–”
"The Houstons and many of our important business partners have refused from doing business with us! You know our company is already struggling… then What is the point of sending you there, if this is all you were going to do? At least I had some hope before, but now, you have closed all the doors for me!”
"Dad…"
“What? Don't you know one simple thing, that we can't afford to have so many broken contracts and unfinished projects when we are already on the verge of bankruptcy!"
Max's mouth went dry. "Dad, I... I can explain. They overreacted to a simple confusion, I didn't mean to—""Really? That's all you have to say, that you didn't mean it? Max, you idiot! How will I ever die in peace, knowing that a disaster- maker like you is going to be my heir?”Max was stunned into silence. Meanwhile, his father's voice boomed. “Do you have any idea what you've done? All our partners are claiming they can't work with us because you offended the Houston family! If that happens, there won't be anything left for you to inherit, except a mountain of debt!""Dad, I—""Save it!" Lucas Delacroix cut him off angrily. "I have no doubt that your careless actions must have offended someone important. So shut up and listen to me! Go back right now, and beg for forgiveness. I don't care what it takes, go on your knees, grovel, whatever! Do whatever you have to, to make this right. Fix it by tonight, or don't bother coming back!" The call ended abruptly, leaving Max standing th
"What's impossible, Matt?" asked Lady Houston.Matthew just scratched his head. "I just still feel like this is a dream."He felt as if the world around him was turned upside down. He never imagined his life could change this quickly. Lady Houston gently rubbed Matthew's shoulder. "This is real, My Grandson."Matthew was too stunned to accept the fact, like being hit by a tsunami wave that came without warning. "This...this can't be," he whispered, his eyes glued to the bank card his grandmother was holding. Lady Houston smiled faintly, her wrinkled yet stern eyes looking directly into Matthew's. "As the heir to a billion-dollar fortune, it is imperative that you learn to spend your money wisely. Take this in stride, my grandson."With a tremor of his hand, Matthew reached for the card, feeling the weight of responsibility suddenly falling on his shoulders. Lady Houston nodded understandingly, realizing the burden Matthew now had to carry. "You have time to adjust. But remember, thi
Matthew's hands trembled slightly as he aimed the power washer at the mud-splattered sedan in front of him. The roar of the machine drowned out most of the world, but he could still feel his phone, buzzing in the pocket of his uniform. He saw Ashley's name on the screen, heart skipping a beat. She wasn't feeling well this morning, was something wrong? He quickly picked up the call,"Hey sweetie”"Listen, I'm at the mall with my friends and I want to buy a diamond bracelet for myself. Since you never buy me anything anyway, just send me $300 and I'll consider it a well deserved gift." Ashley’s voice snapped on the other side, sounding impatient.There was a frown on Matthew's face, but he still spoke in an upbeat tone,"Okay, sweetie."Before he could finish, the line went dead. Ashley had hung up.With a sigh, he opened his banking app. The balance stared back at him: $200.89. He didn't have enough money to buy her the bracelet.It was just a matter of $300, was he so worthless that
Matthew stood with one hand on the window of the car, his mind swirling with frustration and anger. He had doubted that the voice was Ashley's, and maybe even that underwearHis girlfriend, whom he valued more than the most precious gemstone, was cheating on him shamelessly!As the thought arrived in his mind, Matthew couldn’t hold it in any longer.“Ashley," he called out, his voice trembling with emotion. "How could you do this to me?! You cheated on me! And you even came here with another guy? Why, Ashley! Didn't I love you enough, or did you never love me back?”Ashley stammered, her eyes wide with shock and confusion. "You! How… did you…"But as her gaze fell on the emerald bracelet on her wrist, that Michael had bought her just some minutes ago, her hesitation evaporated. She met Matthew's eyes with a cold sneer as she spoke;"Yes! Yes to both those things. Your love was never enough for me, because just this stupid feeling called love can't give me the lifestyle I deserve. An
At the police station, a crowd of onlookers and policemen had gathered outside the chief's office. After all, Michael Bale had just dragged someone inside, and the air was thick with whispers and murmurs about what was going on. Although, through the closed door, only shouts and abuses could be heard.Inside the office, Michael was pacing furiously, his face red with rage. “This fucking maggot had the audacity to hit me. Me! Mr. Bowen, I'm sure you will teach him a good lesson, because if it was up to me, I would have killed him then and there, and buried his worthless corpse where nobody would ever find him! But I have faith in you—"The police chief, Mr. Bowen, raised his hands in a calming gesture. “Mr. Bale, please be rest assured, everything will happen the way you want. If you want, he will never even see the open sky again."Michael smirked, a cruel glint in his eyes. "Maybe that's what will serve him right. He deserves to rot in jail!" He turned towards Matthew, who was sl
When the police chief heard the name of Victor Donovan's client, the most popular lawyer in the country, he almost didn't believe his ears. His jaw nearly dropped to the ground, and he struggled to control his surprise from showing on his face. "Pa-pardon me!" He tried to compose himself, “Actually, Mr. Donovan, I have been busy with a new case and I think I must have imagined that perp’s name from your mouth. Do you mind repeating yourself?”Victor Donovan was visibly irritated, but still repeated;“My client is Matthew Houston."The chief went silent, trying to understand the unexpected turn of events. "Is there a problem?"Donovan asked, his tone sharp.Clearing his throat, the chief quickly replied, "No, no problem at all! But, Mr. Donovan, why don't we sit in my office while we wait?"Donovan glanced at his watch and sighed. "Fine, but I want to make it quick.”Once they were inside his office and the situation was a little controlled, the chief was a little more relaxed.“
Victor Donovan looked at the police chief with disgust as he groveled in fear and desperation, asking for forgiveness. He gestured for Matthew to step forward, and he did the same, ignoring the pathetic cries of the corrupt chief.The doctor escorted Matthew out with respect, his respectful demeanor seemed very odd to Matthew, especially after the hostile environment they were leaving behind. They collected Mathew’s belongings: a mobile phone and a watch. Matthew looked down at his car washing uniform with complicated emotions before picking up his old watch and mobile phone. He had been fired from his job, and had barely $50 in his account… What was he going to do now? Where was he even going to go? And how was he going to pay this lawyer's fee?!Matthew stepped outside the police station, but before he could ask anything, Mr. Donovan led him towards a sleek, luxury car. "Please, get in." Victor Donovan opened the door for Matthew.He settled into the plush seat, the unfamiliar
As Matthew and Victor entered the opulent reception hall, Max Delacroix's eyes immediately locked onto Matthew's attire. His lip curled in disgust."Good God, what are you wearing?" Max sneered, looking Matthew up and down. "Did you pull those rags out of a dumpster? I've seen homeless people with better fashion sense."Matthew's face flushed with anger. "You have no right to judge a man by his clothes," he retorted, his voice tight with indignation.Without warning, Max roughly shoved Matthew, causing him to stumble off the sofa. "People like you should know their place. On the ground, where you belong."He puffed out his chest with pride as he said the next words. "But if it isn't, then you should also know that I have a close relationship with the Houston family. In fact, I'm here to discuss business and cooperation; although I didn't expect to be disrespected like this! After all, why would someone ask me to sit in the reception hall with a lowly beggar like you?”Max's superiori