Robert’s anger burned beneath the surface, but he fought to keep it in check. His mother was celebrating her birthday, and while his identity as her son remained a secret, he knew this wasn’t the time to engage in petty arguments. Yet, the two in front of him seemed determined to push his buttons, their words laced with the intent to provoke.“Please, if you’ll excuse me,” Robert said, his voice calm despite the irritation he felt. “I’ve had a busy day.”Richard looked him up and down, eyes narrowing at Robert’s simple clothes, which now seemed to match the attire of the guards and waitstaff. The sight only fueled Richard’s condescension. “You’re a real loser, you know that?” he sneered. “Here to serve, and you’ve got the nerve to disrespect the main guests. What a joke.”Robert remained composed, his patience hanging by a thread. “I’m not here to disrespect anyone,” he replied evenly. “But I’m not here to be disrespected either. I suggest you find someone else to bother.”Richard’s
The taunts were relentless, and Robert could feel his patience slipping. Every word from Gilbert was like a jab meant to provoke him, to drag him down to the level of petty squabbling. But Robert knew better. He knew that engaging in a war of words with them would only serve to feed their arrogance. With a deep breath, Robert decided to walk away. He turned to leave, determined to keep his dignity intact and focus on the long night ahead—a night meant to celebrate his mother’s birthday, not to entertain the likes of Gilbert.But Gilbert wasn’t ready to let him go that easily. “Run along now, little dog, back to your cage. We both know I’m better than you and always will be,” Gilbert sneered, his voice laced with venom.Robert froze as the words hit him. For a moment, his fists clenched at his sides, and he felt the urge to turn around and confront Gilbert head-on. But he knew that was exactly what Gilbert wanted was to provoke him into a reaction, to make him lose his cool in front
Richard doubled over, laughing hysterically. "CEO of valet parking, more like it!"His girlfriend joined in, her voice shrill with mockery. "Maybe he should start a business in waitressing—he's clearly got the uniform down!"The crowd's laughter grew louder, echoing around Robert like a relentless wave of scorn. "Yeah, maybe he can open a chain of luxury car washes!" one person shouted, causing another round of laughter."Or how about a catering company? He’s already got the experience!" another added.Robert stood there, the barrage of humiliating comments crashing down on him like a storm. He could feel their words biting into his pride, trying to strip him of his dignity. But despite the overwhelming urge to lash out, he clenched his fists and held his ground, determined not to let them break him. They could laugh all they wanted, but deep down, Robert knew that the truth would one day silence their mockery. For now, though, all he could do was endure.Robert’s humiliation cut dee
Robert glanced down at his clothes, acknowledging the source of the ridicule he had been enduring. Despite the biting words thrown his way, he maintained his composure. "Like I said earlier," Robert began, his voice steady, "I don't have anything to prove to you people. I like what I'm comfortable in, and ostentatious displays of wealth have never been my thing."The crowd erupted in laughter once more, their derision sharp and unrelenting."A pauper claiming not to show wealth—how ironic!" one person sneered.“Comfortable? In those rags? Give me a break!” another jeered.“He’s just trying to save face because he knows he can’t afford anything better!” someone else added, the crowd nodding in agreement.Just as the mocking and laughter reached a crescendo, a voice suddenly cut through the ruckus, commanding attention. The crowd quieted down as everyone turned to see who had dared to interrupt their fun. A woman, calm and composed, stepped forward, her presence immediately drawing curi
The atmosphere in the hall, once thick with tension, began to ease as a new figure passed through the crowd. The murmurs of the gathering gave way to a hushed reverence as people strained to catch a glimpse of the person now commanding all attention. This was no ordinary figure—it was Madam President, the influential and enigmatic force behind a vast empire that few truly understood. Her presence alone was enough to silence even the most boisterous of the crowd.Madam President was known for her uncanny ability to grow businesses into unparalleled successes, turning even the most unassuming ventures into industry leaders. Over the years, she had built an empire spanning multiple sectors, from logistics to luxury goods, with a strategic mind that outmaneuvered her competitors at every turn. Her methods were as mysterious as they were effective, earning her respect and fear in equal measure. She rarely appeared in public, preferring to work from the shadows, but when she did, it was al
“Johnathan Blaze? No way!” someone gasped.“Are you kidding me? This guy doesn’t just show up to any event. It takes millions to get him to perform!” another exclaimed.“This is unbelievable! This artist’s shows are sold out worldwide—he doesn’t come cheap. Madam President must have pulled some serious strings to get him here,” someone else added, clearly impressed.“It’s said that even a million dollars wouldn’t guarantee his presence at an event,” one person remarked. “But here he is, performing tonight? This is beyond extraordinary.”As the name of the artist sank in, the crowd’s energy reached a new height, and everyone was on the edge of their seats, eager to witness the performance. The excitement was palpable, and the air buzzed with anticipation.After the artist finished his electrifying performance, leaving the crowd buzzing with excitement, the Master of Ceremony took to the stage once more, his voice filled with enthusiasm."Ladies and gentlemen, let the drinks be passed ar
The comments kept coming, and the atmosphere was charged with admiration for Gilbert. He basked in the praise, feeling on top of the world as he looked down on Robert, who seemed to be the target of everyone’s disdain.As the night wore on, with drinks flowing and conversations buzzing, the Master of Ceremony finally announced the moment everyone had been waiting for."And now, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to hear from the one and only—our esteemed celebrant, the woman whose name commands respect across the globe—Madam President!"The applause was deafening as Madam President gracefully rose from her seat at the high table. The room seemed to hold its breath as she made her way to the stage, surrounded by her security detail. Every step she took exuded power and authority, and the crowd couldn’t help but admire her presence."She’s incredible," someone whispered in awe. "Everything she touches turns to gold.""Just imagine the kind of influence she has," another added. "Her connecti
As the room buzzed with shock and disbelief, Robert began his slow walk to the stage. The contrast between his casual, worn-out clothes and the grandeur of the event was stark, and the sight of him approaching the stage left the crowd in a state of stunned silence. Whispers quickly followed. Some people couldn't hide their displeasure while skme were totally left stunned. "Is he really going up there… in those clothes?""How could he show up to an event like this dressed like that? Doesn't he care?""Maybe he really doesn't need to flaunt wealth… but this is almost disrespectful."As Robert continued his way to the stage, some couldn't resist snide remarks:"Look at him, just a pauper trying to play the part of a prince.""Who cares about Hermès? Those clothes still look like they belong in a thrift shop.""This is supposed to be the heir to Madam President's empire? I can’t believe it."Gilbert, still grappling with the revelation, muttered under his breath, "Dressed like a beggar,