“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 second, he caught the Bastien’s finger and bent it.
“Ahhhh!!” Bastien screamed, feeling pain shooting through his arm, but he couldn’t even free himself from Chris’s grip.
“Now, I do not care what you call yourself.” Chris sneered and then continued, “But if you cross me one more time, you won’t see the end of this.” he warned and swiftly, he let go of Bastien who staggered due to the sudden lack of balance.
Chris turned to walk away, hoping this was the end of it but on the other hand, Bastien wasn’t done. He rushed back to his Ferrari and took out a baseball bat from the trunk.
“Hey, you, kid!” Bastien called out to Chris who was approaching the elevator as he swung the bat in his hand. “Watch how I teach you a lesson.”
Before Chris’s very eyes, Bastien rushed toward his 200k dollars VW car and swung the bat at it.
Bang!
The car’s windows crashed, and the glass shards scattered all over the floor.
Bang!!
Next was the car’s body as Bastien left dents on the car with a victorious and wicked smile on his face. He was proud of his work.
“What the fuck!” Chris covered his mouth in shock, realizing that this man was crazier than he thought. The car was badly damaged and he vowed not to let Bastien go scot-free.
He took out his phone and put a call across to the butler, Steve but at the same time, Bastien climbed the car and started to jump on it like he was a kid.
“What’s so special about your car?” Bastien yelled at Chris who was still looking in horror. “It’s just an old Volkswagen car and I can get ten of it if I want to,” He yelled, laughing out loud.
His laughter boomed throughout the parking lot and the commotion attracted other car owners present.
“Sir, you are causing a nuisance, get down from the car or we will call the police.” A man stepped forward as he had been watching the commotion since it started. He silently commended Chris for being so calm.
“And what if I don’t?” Bastien jumped off the car and even swung the bat at the man making him flinch. Chris came forward and dragged the man backward, so he wouldn’t be hurt. He didn't want any other person to get involved with Bastien
He had been far away earlier but now that he saw the car clearly, he gasped, “Isn't this the famous VW Phaeton? This car alone is worth $200,000!”
Chris was surprised that someone else knew the worth of the car even though it was plain looking, “You know this car?”
“Yes, I do.” The man nodded at Chris. “You are the owner, right? And you let him damage it?”
Bastien heard this and he wondered if they were telling the truth or not. His own car was just a second-hand car worth $100k. How could such a young poor-looking boy own such a car? He couldn’t believe it!
And before Chris could speak, Bastien yelled, “Stop lying!” He swung the bat at the man dangerously. “What is so special about that plain car?! It shouldn't even be seen on the streets and now I have done justice to it.”
“Shut the fuck up!” The man fired at Bastien with an irritated look. “You look so classless and though I am not surprised that you are dumb, you are a grown man, can’t you see how sleek that car is? Is your tacky yellow-colored Ferrari as elegant as this car you damaged?”
“What are you saying?” Bastien sneered, looking back at the VW car. His mind was starting to tell him that he might have made a mistake. When he saw the car at first, it looked plain but now that he saw that he saw the car’s interior, he realized that he may have been wrong.
However, he wasn’t ready to lose face, “What do you even know about cars?”
“Haha…” the man suddenly laughed out loud. He dipped his hand into his pocket and took out a business card. He threw it directly at Bastien, “Look at that! I am an auto insurance expert and I have dealt with many luxury cars. This VW car will buy your tacky Ferrari twice!”
“What?” Bastien held onto the business card shakily, his eyes going wide in horror. He realized he had damaged a 200 thousand dollar car while he had scraped, scammed, and saved to get his Ferrari.
At the same time, five cars drove into the parked in the parking lot. Five men from each car stepped out and their presence filled the parking lot. Dressed in black suits, their steps echoed in the parking lot as they marched out and surrounded Bastien who already looked terrified.
“Who… who are these?” Bastien stuttered.
This time, Chris stepped forward with a menacing look, “Do you really want to find out?”
Bastien swallowed a big lump in his throat seeing the menacing look in Chris’s eyes. He took several steps back, and said shakily, “Don’t scare me, little boy.”However, his back hit one of the men in black and he staggered to the side. “Hey! Apologize!” He snarled but then the man didn't even spare him a glance as he walked up to meet Chris. He seemed to be the boss and he bowed before Chris, “Hello, Young Master Chris. I hope we didn't delay for too long.”“Nahh… it’s alright.” Chris waved his hand in dismissal. “What’s your name?”“Mason, young master.” Mason straightened up and then his eyes zeroed in on Bastien who had his mouth gaped in shock. “How do you want us to punish the man who offended the heir of the Westminster family, young master?” “What?” Bastien let out in shock and not only was he shocked, but the car insurance expert was also shocked. “Little kid! Don't tell me you are the heir of the Westminster family. The owner of the biggest consortium in the country?” Th
“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
“Honey, you are here.” Mrs. Wales, ran toward the burly man, looking all coy, different from her arrogant self. She hugged her husband, swooning like an earthworm with her body glued to his. She didn't even care that she was in a public space!However, the husband loved it. It only took a few whispers into his ears and an angry look formed on his face. “Who dares to bully you, my wife?” The husband thundered and before Mrs. Wales could answer, Bella walked forward warily.“Hello, Mr. Gareth, it’s good to see you here.” Bella tried to be respectful to tone down the situation. Gareth took one look at Bella and glared at her arrogantly, “Did you bully my wife? I am sure you know who she is, right?”“Oh, she is your wife—”“Yes, I am!” Mrs. Wales cut her off, looking so proud. “Honey, this ordinary store manager insulted and bullied me. She didn’t even apologize to me and even dared to support that beggar over me. And that poor man over there dares to disrespect me.” She pointed at Chri
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
“Are you out of your mind?” Mike yelled, pulling Melissa to himself while he glared at Chris.“I said, get away from her!” Chris rushed forward, wanting to tear them apart again. However, Jose stepped forward and held Chris. Pak! A heavyweight slap landed on Chris’s face, his face swung sideways as his lips tore apart. Chris’s eyes were red from anger and pain, his face was swollen but then he struggled against Jose, while he glared at Melissa and Mike. On the other hand, everyone there was watching the commotion while Reid and Ren were annoyed that Chris had spoiled the whole thing for them. “Bring him to me,” Reid commanded. Immediately, Chris was pushed before Reid. His forehead slammed on the ground as he lay flat on the floor. Reid bent to Chris’s level, raising him up by the shoulder. “I already told you…” He slapped Chris lightly on the face, continuously, and then continued, “You shouldn't ruin this confession. I told you to get lost and now you are here, ruining it.”H
“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
All through the bail process and up until the point where Chris walked out of the police station, he was in shock. A while ago, he didn’t even have the hope of paying a huge sum of $5000 for his bail. But then a savior swooped in and paid.It was unbelievable!Fortunately for him, he had to believe because he had his freedom now. And now, he wanted to get back to his job as quickly as possible and not let his family know that he had been at the police station. He had already lost his girlfriend, he didn’t want to go through the heartache of losing his job and having his father disappointed in him.A few steps forward, he saw an elderly man standing beside a black car. However, the man was all too familiar to him, “Uncle Steve?”“Is that you?” He rushed toward the old man quickly. Steven Jackson was his neighbor, an old man who had always helped him and his family in every little way. Seeing him there, Chris thought that the old man had helped him once again.He held the old man’s hand
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