What Brandon wouldn't want is someone to cause chaos in the midst of top business people. Already some people sitted in their table were already drawn to him. He looked towards the direction of the voice that called him and the group of men standing in his presence were beginning to set apart giving room for the person to show his face. Brandon was surprised to see young master Dean. He was already tense but didn't make it obvious. As he came forth, Brandon stood confidently, with his legs a little apart and his hands clasped together. "Brandon, we meet again" he said and began to laugh sheepishly. "Master Dean, what is it again?" He asked bodly knowing fully well that he was in his territory. "I should be asking you that" Dean put his hands behind his back and began to walk around him slowly. "You know, I am surprised to see you in such a gathering and I am wondering who allowed your type in here." "But I don't look like what you think about me" Dean chuckled silently, "forge
The banquet was over and Amelia felt bad that things didn't go as planned. When she finished her art performance, young master Dean and his group never liked the art. Every other dignitaries applauded Amelia but everything went sour the moment she heard an uproar. Brandon, who heard the noise thought they were cheering her up but then he decided to find out what was happening. He touched his bronze ring and a blue panel came up.'Dragon System activated' "Show me what is happening in the crowd" He began to see that Dean and his group were causing problems. Amelia wasn't comfortable anymore. Brandon swiped left of the panel to see what her art work portrayed and he was shocked. He now understood why Dean was not happy. He called Henry, "make sure to control the situation.""Sure, I am on it" The whole noise made everywhere to be rowdy and then everyone began to disperse. This wasn't the plan. Brandon wanted everyone to be relaxed before he came out to talk to them and appreciat
"Brandon, you'll be in charge of the third VIP room; we are having some important guests tonight, and we can't afford to treat them sloppily," Aaron, the manager of the White Gold club, instructed as he glanced at the young man, with curly brunette hair and a pair of hazel eyes, standing by the door, dressed in a neatly ironed white and black uniform.Brandon frowned at the manager's instructions, and he opened his mouth, wanting to refute them, when Aaron lifted his hand to stop him. "I know what you want to say, but I'm afraid I can't change it this time," Aaron voiced with a shake of his head."The guest specifically asked that you be the one to serve them tonight. I tried asking why since you don't attend to VIP guests, but they insisted. They also promised a huge payment and lots of tips for you," Aaron explained."Are you sure they aren't up to something illegal? You know how fussy those VIP guests are, and that's why you never allowed me to serve them. Aren't you confused as to
"Don't you like my present? It took me much effort to find it since you were so painstakingly hiding it from the world. After tonight, you won't have to hit it anymore, what do you say?" Young Master Dean asked with an amused smile as he stared at the woman's pale face and at Brandon's confused one. Seeing there was no response from the two, young Master Dean pulled the woman to her feet and brought her closer to himself, caressing her exposed curvy waist seductively while looking into Brandon's eyes daringly.Brandon looked from the blonde woman to the young master, trying but failing to register what was going on.He knew right from the time his nerves had decided to act up, that today was not going to go smoothly for him, but he had never been expecting such a jaw-dropping surprise. With one last attempt to make sure he was not hallucinating, Brandon closed his eyes, pinched his nose bridge, and then opened his eyes again to see the scene had changed from the young master caressi
Angered by Brandon's defiant attitude, Young Master Dean pushed him backwards roughly while aiming to punch him in the face.Being a person who constantly worked out, Brandon was able to easily dodge the blow while sending one of his own that connected with young Master Dean's flawless face. As the punch came into contact with Dean's face, he staggered back while holding his face in pain. "You damned peasant! How dare you raise your hand against me! I'm going to kill you! What are you waiting for? Get him for me!" He bellowed angrily as he signaled to his bodyguards.Brandon, who had lost his rational thinking to anger, stood with his head held high as the huge bodyguards charged at him. He was able to dodge the first few punches sent his way; however, he was soon sent into the wall as the bodyguards attacked at the same time.As his back hit the wall with a loud explosive sound, the wall caved in, and Brandon coughed out a mouthful of blood as he slid down the wall onto his buttocks
"You are the famous director of the Dragon Empire?" Brandon was surprised as he gave the man a look over. From his behavior and how young the man appeared to be, he found it really unbelievable that he was the famous director managing the Dragon Empire.Dragon Empire is a group of companies that cut across several sectors of the country's economy. The empire is said to rule seventy percent of the national economy and is also a force to be reckoned with in the international market.Unlike many huge businesses around the globe with a long history, it is said that the Dragon Empire is a first-generation wealth, and the previous CEO worked tirelessly to get it where it is without dying under the pressure of the big companies with a long history.And everywhere the empire is mentioned, there is always the name Henry Adams accompanying it. The man who had single-handedly managed both the national and international affairs of the empire after the passing of the former CEO, who had no heir
"I don't think I understand what is going on here, Mr. Henry. I grew up with my mother in the back street of Chicago. All of my childhood memories are intact, without a missing piece. I've seen several pictures of my mother during her pregnancy with me and pictures of her holding me while I was an infant. I have some of those pictures in my apartment."My mother had never once mentioned to me that I was adopted, so I don't understand how I can be the young master you are looking for," Brandon breathed out as he took in Henry's serious face as he declared his words.No matter how he thought about it, he could not bring himself to accept the obvious truth staring him deep in his soul. The truth is in the form of a picture. The baby in the cot looks exactly like his baby pictures. The one he had with the mother he had known all his life. With a shake of his head, he continued, trying so hard to convince himself that what he believed in was reality. "I only came to California to study,
Cassandra's face flushed with anger as she glared at Henry, her voice cold and demanding. "Who are you?! How dare you speak to me so rudely?!""I don't care who you are, but if you raise your hand against Young Master Brandon again, you'll have yourself to blame!"Henry replied calmly, unfazed by her rude outburst. Having been in the circle for a long time, he was most familiar with these kinds of people and had long learned how to deal with them.As he was about to continue his argument with Cassandra, Brandon cleared his throat awkwardly, silently asking Henry to leave the situation for him to handle.A small chuckle escaped Cassandra's lips as she smiled at the two mockingly. "Young Master? You call this pauper a young master? You can't be serious! I bought everything he has on him! He has nothing to his name, and he's been busy proclaiming himself as a young master." She asked with a raised voice, attracting the attention of the passersby.Dean, who had accompanied her, stood aside