2024-11-13 16:19:20“Would you want to occupy the Royal Suite Bedroom or the Kingship Mortgage Bedroom?” Lord Eric delightfully inquired in a flash of hours.
Michael Scofield stood in awe as his eyes profusely darted across the eye-catching spacious living room; absolutely a phenomenon. He irresistibly stood at a spot for almost two minutes with delightful, thick words hanging in his throat. “Any of the bedrooms would be perfect Sir,” he politely responded, still enthralled in bewilderment as he was yet to grasp who Lord Eric really was. In his past life endeavors, he had seen beautiful edifices and castles, but being a man with instilled maximum composure, he didn't really get swayed by them. However, Lord Eric’s mansion preceded his prominent personality as the wealthiest man in the Northern Hemisphere and the top five most influential personnel in Europe, which Michael wasn't yet aware of. The mansion was nothing short of premium and high class which exemplified his distinctive taste for value and longevity. Little wonder the Estate was renamed after him; ‘Lord Eric De Sanchez Estate.’ Five minutes ago, they found their path into the number one most highly-rated mansion in the Northern Hemisphere. “It will be an honor for us to serve you, Young Lord!” “We'll be at your beck and call Young Lord!” Ten household staff who stood with their toes echoed in apt unison. Michael gasped in surprised excitement but pondered why they referred to him as; ‘Young Lord.’ The first time he learned of that was at the entrance when four gatekeepers graciously welcomed him to the abode with the exalted title. He couldn't explicitly wrap his head around what was unfolding, but whatever it was, seemed like an awestruck dream he wouldn't want to wake from. “Michael; The Young Lord is what you've become henceforth. You must embrace the title and embody it. You have access to whatever your eyes could stare upon. The wealth you'll soon command, none of your peers or contemporaries could dream of such in a lifetime.” “This is your new home. My servants are all at your disposal. I once assured to give you a life worth a uniquely bold soul. I just got started.” His demeanor charmed in exquisite elation with inexplicable joy wrapped on his face. “But why me? You barely know much about me yet—” he swiftly got interrupted. “I don't need to know you from birth to decipher the person before me. I have seen you lifeless when it seemed like all hope was lost. But you vehemently held on and refused to take the last breath. What I see is a young man who can achieve whatever he enthralls his mind on.” “You remind me so much of my younger self; I believed nothing was impossible and worked so hard to achieve most of my outlined goals. I see a better version of myself in you.” “According to Currency Forbes Edition; I am ranked as the wealthiest man in the Northern Hemisphere. Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise has been my dogged precious legacy,” he extensively spoke out, exhaling before taking a seat. Michael narrowed his eyeballs and clenched his forehead as a surge of information hit his consciousness. He returned his gaze at him in slow motion. “You mean you're the founder of Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise? The top five most sought-after wines in over two continents with an annual net worth of over £200 Billion! Huh?” His voice crept out in awestruck. “Oh! I would have known better! The abode spoke nothing less of your esteemed worth!” He voiced out in bewilderment. The unbelievably wealthy, light-skinned man had been right on his face, yet he didn't catch a glimmer of his true identity. Eric muffled a beam at Michael’s epic reaction. “You seem to know a few things about wines?” he inquired with raised brows in abrupt anticipation. “Yes! The woman that took care of me at Saint David Motherless Home, taught me a few things about wines. After her demise, I had to drop out of college at my sophomore level due to lack of funds,” he held firmly onto his erupting emotions as his life before marriage flashed before his eyes. He continued after catching a steady breath, his mouth firm in words. “Also, being an inventory manager at Charleston Park Shopping Mall before being sacked. Eric Cottage Wine had one of the highest turnover in sales. Due to its high demands; I always made four requests for purchase within a month.” Lord Eric couldn't help but smile at every word the bold soul made. It hit him, uniquely knowing his product, brainwork, was loved by millions of people across the globe, and one of the persons was beside him. “Great Lord. The visitor is a minute away,” one of the servants respectfully informed him. Michael's eyes switched in anticipation of what was going on. “There’s someone you must meet in a jiffy. I’ll inform you all you need to know about Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise when the visitor arrives.” Michael nodded in acknowledgment, although he suspected there was more behind the meeting barely forty minutes after his arrival. He perceived Lord Eric as an intentional personnel who wouldn't fix an urgent meeting if he didn't have pre-planned objectives. Expectedly, one of the servants swung the door open which signified ‘the guest had just arrived.’ “Here we go… Michael Scofield, time to meet the awaited visitor…”
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