Rise Of The Billionaire Son

Chris wiped his face, tiredly. He had cleaned through the large expanse of a basketball court. However, he heard voices and the door was yanked open. He looked in the direction the voices came from and he frowned. “Excuse me, you can't come in here.” Chris walked toward the owner of the two voices. He recognized them immediately, Ren and Reid, they were the most notorious group in college, alongside their lackey who was standing behind them, Jose. Ren and Reid halted at first, and then Ren spoke up, “Did you hear someone talking? Asking us not to come in?” “Of course, I didn't.” Reid joked. “A poor cleaner like him wouldn't dare say that.” He pointed at Chris, bursting into a peal of mocking laughter. Ren and Reid managed to calm their laughter and they went about the court, ignoring Chris. Their shoes were wet and muddy, leaving dirty footprints.Chris was already having a headache seeing that. He rushed toward them, blocking their path. “I’m sorry, you would have to leave. The

“You fucker!” Mike pointed at Chris angrily. He held his nose, screaming in pain. “Kill that bastard!” He ordered Reid and Ren.Immediately, they all rushed forward tackling him to the ground. Chris’s body was used to clean the muddy floor of the court while they dealt him blows upon blows. “Let me go! You bastards!” Chris didn’t relent as he struggled against them. He wanted to go free but they overpowered him. “I will kill you!” Mike threw a punch straight at Chris’s neck and immediately he felt his body convulse. Blood spurted out of Chris’s mouth as he began to shake uncontrollably. “Is he dying?” Reid asked, seeing how he was shaking. “Right! Let’s end him!” They continued the beatings.At the same time, the sounds of police sirens resounded outside the court. “Someone called the police!” One of the onlookers notified them. Reid, Ren, and Mike were quick to get their hands off Chris standing aside as three police officers rushed into the court. “What is going on here?” Th

“What do you think?” Chris’s dad, Jones Westminster smirked, spreading his arms like a king sitting on his throne.Chris had to rub his eyes repeatedly to confirm if he was seeing things or not. His dad was suddenly looking so regal and refined, unlike the poor man who struggled all his life.“Come here, son,” Jones called out to his son, standing up from the chair. Chris could only move slowly, his body stiff from the thoughts in his head. “Why are you here, Dad? Are you playing pretend in someone else’s house?” Chris asked with a displeased tone. He would be mad if his dad was doing this because he wanted a feel of luxury. “You and Uncle Steve are in on this, right?”“Of course not.” Jones chuckled, alongside Steve. They laughed heartily throwing him into a confused fit. He could only wait for them to come clean to him.“You see, Chris.” Jones started to lead his son toward the same chair he stood up from. He made Chris sit on the chair. However, he looked so small compared to the

“What the fuck are you doing?” Chris glared at the tackily dressed man and swiftly, he took the man’s hand off him, throwing him off to another side. It was so easy for Chris to throw him off like he weighed nothing.“How dare you touch me!” The man was annoyed that he was easily tackled and he went for Chris again, aiming to throw a punch. However, Chris was quick to dodge making the crazy man punch the air.“You are testing my patience.” Chris was growing furious. He was still trying to be civil because he had somewhere to go and he didn’t want to embarrass himself in a public space but this crazy man wasn’t about to let him go.“And what the fuck are you going to do? Huh? Do you know who I am?” The man pointed a finger at Chris with a condescending gaze, “I am Bastien, haven’t you heard of that name around here before?”Chris’s patience was wearing thin, he was past the time when he would let people bully him and now that he had his father’s backing, he was fearless. In the next se

“What are you saying?” Chris felt a burst of anger and he frowned, displeased. “I am not a beggar and don’t look like one. You are the one who shouldn’t be in this store since you can’t be respectful to other buyers.”The rush from his encounter with Bastien was still registered in his mind and he wouldn't let another person try to insult him again. “You!” Mrs. Wales was shocked that he talked back at her. “You dare to talk back? You dare talk to me about respect?” She shouted, and even pointed her fingers, poking Chris in the head.“Can you see anyone dressed like you in here? Is this someplace where you can walk into just as you please?” Her pokes moved from his head to his chest as she almost dug her sharp nails into his flesh.Even the female attendant, did a double take at Chris to really see if he was dressed as a beggar, and to her, it was kind of true.“Get your hands off me.” Chris took a step back, slapping her wrist away from his sight.“And what if I don’t?” Mrs. Wales st