Robert revved the engine louder just to grab their attention. The manager's face went pale with shock as he scrunched the car, and it was a Porsche Cayenne Turbo. That was almost the same amount of money as the Audi Q8 he wanted to buy from his own showroom, but he spoiled the deal. A deep wave of regret washed over him, knowing that if he had allowed Robert, he would have made a nice sale for the day. He bowed his head in shame as Robert whined down his window. He couldn't bring himself to look at him. Meanwhile, in the group of staff standing from afar, they were in awe. Gasps escaped their lips; they couldn't believe that he would be able to purchase such an expensive car as a Porsche."I can't believe it," one of the staff members whispered. "That dude really bought that car? If only the manager had let him, we could have made a sale today, but instead, he let his pride get in the way.""Yeah, and now look, his driving away in another car is worth the exact same amount he wanted,
As Robert pulled into his driveway, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and fulfillment. Watching Olivia and Quinn's faces dissolve into embarrassment. He had done it. He had finally achieved his dream of owning a Porsche or one of the best sports cars he had always admired while growing up. After a few minutes, he pulled into the parking lot of a barbershop and parked his car. He wanted to shave his hair and look good for the dinner with Miss Lily. He got out of the car and walked around to the front, admiring its sleek design and shiny finish. He had always dreamed of owning a car like this, and now it was finally his to drive anywhere he wanted to.He took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill his lungs, and smiled to himself. “I now own. Fucking Porshe!” As he walked towards the front door of the barbershop, he couldn't help but think about the looks on the faces of the salespeople at the showroom. They had doubted him and laughed at him, but he had proved them wrong a
It was 4:30 p.m. when Robert was done dressing up and strolled down the stairs; actually, he was 30 minutes late, but Miss Lily hadn't yet called him, just as she promised. He checked his watch for what felt like the hundredth time, his excitement growing with each passing minute. He had been looking forward to this dinner date with Miss Lily all week, and the time was finally here, but why hadn't she called him since 4 p.m.? He stood up from the couch and gave himself a quick once-over in the mirror. His hair was perfectly styled, his suit was pressed, and his new car was gleaming outside. He felt like a million bucks, even if he knew he wasn't taking his car; he would ride in hers.Soon, Madam President made her way down the stairs, her gaze fixed on Robert. She was just seeing his new hair style and how glowing he looked today."Son, you look so good. Where are you going?” She asked. Robert smiled. ”I have a little dinner date.” Madam President's brows furrowed in disbelief. ” W
CHAPTER. 38 Fight.As they arrived at the restaurant, Robert couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the grandeur of the place. The exterior was sleek and modern, with a gleaming sign that read "Bistro Élégant" in elegant script. The valet parking attendant quickly took charge of the Rolls Royce, and Robert felt a little nervous about the expensive surroundings.Miss Lily, however, seemed completely at home, leading him into the restaurant with confidence. The interior was just as impressive, with soft music, dim lighting, and impeccable decor. The maître d' greeted them with a warm smile and showed them to their table by the window.As they perused the menu, Robert's eyes widened at the prices. "Wow, this place is... quite something," he said, trying to play it cool.Miss Lily laughed, her eyes sparkling. "Yes, it's one of my favorites. But don't worry, I'm treating tonight. Order whatever you like!"Robert felt a little embarrassed but was also grateful for her generosity. "Thank yo
CHAPTER 39.Cinemas.The duo continued to eat their meals in peace after the scuffle. Lily kept stealing glances at Robert, grateful that he had intervened to help her off the hands of her abusive ex-boyfriend who stalked her regularly. A few weeks back, when she had run into him at the mall, he had forced her to use her credit cards to pay for what he bought.Lily broke the silence, "What do you plan to do with the upcoming ten-day break from school next week?"Robert looked at her with raised brows, having almost forgotten about the upcoming holiday."Hmm, I really don't know. In fact, I almost forgot we have a break coming up," he responded."So your whole days are free for the week? Can you join me to my sister's birthday party?" she asked.Robert smiled. "Sure, I will. When and where do you want to go?""It's tomorrow. I'll text you the location so we can go together. I really don't want to go alone," she frowned.Noticing her expression, Robert leaned in and held her hands. "Is a
Robert stood there, his lips twitching into a wide grin as he watched her zoom off until he could no longer see the hood of her car. "She is such a delightful, simple, and kind lady!" he thought to himself.He crossed over to the park and stood there, expecting a cab to pass by so he could hop in, but for the next ten minutes, there was none in sight. Soon, he glanced up at the sky and saw that it had grown dark and rain was imminent. He quickly pulled out his phone to call Simon and ask for a ride, but the rain had already started to drizzle. Instead, he looked around and rushed into a hotel.He took a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief wash over him.As he entered the hotel lobby, he was promptly greeted by the receptionist, a friendly-looking woman with a warm smile. "Good evening, sir. Welcome to the Santaro Hotel!" she said.Robert responded with a soft smile."Sir, how can we assist you? Do you need a room for the night?" she asked.Robert smiled. "Yes, I need a room for the
CHAPTER.41. Olivia's face went pale with shock as she gasped, "Owen, look!"Owen, still distracted by his phone, didn't bother to look up. "What's up, Liv?"She nudged him. "Look over there by the door - it's Robert!"The name struck a chord in him, and he quickly looked around. "Where? Where is he?"He scanned the room and when he finally spotted Robert, he couldn't help but chuckle. "What's he doing here?"Olivia whispered, "I have no idea, but this hotel is super expensive. What could he be doing here?"Owen shrugged. "Maybe he's trying to impress someone, as he usually does, or maybe someone brought him here."Olivia was skeptical about Robert impressing someone. She turned to look at Robert and asked, "Impress someone? With what money? He fakes everything; he's always broke!"Owen laughed. "Who knows? Maybe he's got a sugar mama footing his bills."Olivia burst out laughing. "Oh, Owen, you're so ridiculous! But seriously, what do you think he's doing?"He couldn't help but glare
CHAPTER. VVIP room.The security guard looked at both of them. They both appeared well-kept, with no signs of being worn out or having torn clothes that would suggest poverty. Owen was wearing a Louis Vuitton nightwear ensemble with casual Prada slippers. While it may have seemed simple, the outfit was clearly expensive. In contrast, Robert was wearing a casual Givenchy shorts and a top. The security guard scrutinized them for a moment and he knew at once both of them were above average before speaking up."Young man, did you say you are lodged in the VVIP room?" He glanced over to Robert with a stern look and his tone was domineering."If so, may I see your card?"There was always a private VVIP membership card always given to each customer.Robert quickly dipped his hand into his pocket to retrieve the membership card he had been given, but it was not in the clothes he was wearing at the moment. He had left the card in the clothes he had worn the previous night after making a simple pu
The company, once vulnerable in the wake of Madam President’s death, was now regaining its footing under Robert’s guidance. But his journey had only just begun, and he knew that he needed to be vigilant, for there were still enemies lurking in the shadows.His mother’s funeral, though somber, had not only been a farewell but also a declaration to the world that Robert was no longer the boy who lived in his mother’s shadow. He was stepping into his role with a newfound sense of purpose, and he would not be undermined.In the weeks that followed, Robert spent long hours at the company’s headquarters, pouring over documents and familiarizing himself with every intricate detail of the empire his mother had built. His butler, an older gentleman named Alfred who had served the family for decades, became an indispensable ally. Alfred had known Robert since he was a child, and he had seen the boy transform into the man standing before him.One evening, Alfred found Robert still working in hi
Madam President, as she was fondly known to the world, was a woman of unparalleled influence and charisma. Her life was a tapestry of triumphs, woven from years of building her empire and leading her company with a firm but compassionate hand. She had overseen countless business successes and was a beloved public figure, admired for her resilience and business acumen.But even the strongest of leaders are not invincible. Behind closed doors, the indomitable Madam President had been battling a relentless illness. The diagnosis had come suddenly and without warning, sending shockwaves through the lives of everyone who knew her, especially her only son, Robert. Despite her physical decline, she never let her illness dim her spirit or her drive to oversee her company’s affairs. Robert often marveled at his mother’s sheer determination, even when she was confined to her bed, issuing orders and signing documents with the same unwavering authority.The family spared no expense in providin
The air in the room seemed to grow heavier as the final figure was announced. Lila’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind reeling at the sheer audacity of it all. How could this be happening? Robert was supposed to be the pauper here, the one barely scraping by, not the one making extravagant purchases without a second thought.Meanwhile, Anita’s smile grew even wider, a mix of disbelief and glee painted across her face. To her, it felt as though she had won the jackpot, her wildest dreams unfolding right before her eyes.Robert, however, merely smiled sheepishly, his calm demeanor unshaken by the staggering total. He turned to Anita and said, "I hope you’re satisfied with your picks. Let’s get these wrapped up."At the same time, When the assistant called out the total—$350,000—the shock on Lila and her companion’s faces was almost palpable. Lila’s eyes widened in disbelief, her carefully calculated confidence beginning to unravel as she processed the staggering figure. The man besi
Lila and her companion stood frozen, their eyes locked on Robert. The confidence with which he moved, the calm in his demeanor, and the absolute lack of fear in his voice were all completely at odds with the image of him they had clung to for so long. Every word he spoke, every action he took seemed to defy the expectations they had so carefully built around him.Lila's breath hitched as she watched Anita wheel the overflowing cart towards the register. Her gaze darted to the items, her mind racing as she tried to calculate the worth of everything piled inside. Her heart sank as the numbers began to add up—thousands upon thousands of dollars. The realization was like a punch to the gut. Could this really be happening? Could Robert, the man she had always considered beneath her, actually afford this?For years, Lila had carried a deep-seated belief that Robert was a nobody, someone to be mocked and dismissed. But that belief was now crumbling under the weight of what she was witnessin
Robert let out a calm smile, his eyes narrowing slightly as a cold expression settled on his face. "You're right, why won't I?" he responded, his tone icy and composed.Lila's scorn was unmistakable. She threw her head back and let out a sarcastic laugh, her eyes gleaming with mockery. "Really? Robert afford a bag this much?" she sneered, her gaze landing on the $89,000 price tag of the bag Anita had been eyeing earlier. "You? A pauper like you? Trying to level up so bad—it’s laughable!"She continued, "You’re in way over your head, Robert. You’re just digging your own grave, pretending to be something you're not. This is going to put you in serious trouble one day, mark my words."Her words dripped with disdain, but beneath her confident exterior, a seed of unease began to sprout. She couldn’t shake the memories of her past encounters with Robert. She recalled their run-in at the Luxor Hotel—how she had expected him to be exposed as a fraud or a thief, yet, to her bewilderment, he ha
The words hit Lila like a slap to the face. Her eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in fury, her face flushing with a mix of anger and embarrassment. For a moment, she was rendered speechless, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled to find a retort. But soon, the anger boiled over, and she exploded into a furious rant."You—how dare you!" she sputtered, her voice rising in pitch. "You think you can talk to me like that? Do you know who I am? I’ve got more class in my little finger than you’ll ever have! Those bags—those bags are worth more than anything you’ll ever touch! You’re nothing but a lowlife, a pathetic little con man who can’t afford even a scrap of what I have!"Lila’s face contorted with rage, her voice dripping with venom as she continued to rant, her words becoming more disjointed and desperate as she tried to regain some semblance of control over the situation. "You’re the joke here, Robert! A joke! And as for you," she spat, turning her glare towards Anita, "
The tension in the air was electric, thick and oppressive like a storm cloud ready to burst. The other guests, who had been observing the escalating situation with a mix of curiosity and skepticism, began to murmur amongst themselves, their voices tinged with both anticipation and judgment."Serves him right," one diner whispered, barely hiding a smirk. "He must be out of his mind to go up against someone like Mr. Smith.""Foolish, really," another chimed in, shaking their head. "He’s asking for it. The manager’s going to toss him out on his ear, just wait and see."The whispers grew louder, with some even casting pitying glances at Robert, while others openly mocked him. "He has no idea who he’s dealing with," one person commented with a sneer. "Smith’s a regular here, practically untouchable. That guy is done for."Anita, sitting beside Robert, could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She was visibly fidgeting, her fingers nervously tapping on the edge of the table. The thought o
Robert remained unnervingly calm as Mr. Smith's voice escalated, his threats echoing through the luxurious hall of the VIP section. His demeanor was as steady as a still lake before a storm, showing no hint of the tension burning beneath the surface. The more Mr. Smith ranted, the less Robert seemed to react, his composed expression only further fueling Mr. Smith’s fury.Mr. Smith sneered, his voice thick with venom. "You act like you’re above it all, like you own this place, you think everyone else is just as deceitful as you?"The other customers, were now turning their heads, their curiosity piqued by the growing commotion. Some whispered among themselves, while others watched intently, their food momentarily forgotten.Robert, sensing the perfect opportunity to twist the knife, leaned back in his chair, his expression calm. "Well, Smith," he said with a casual shrug, "if you must know, I own this place."Mr. Smith froze mid-rant, his eyes narrowing as he processed what Robert had
As Robert and Anita left the lively birthday party, the evening air was cool, and the city lights glittered around them. Anita’s stomach growled audibly, and she burst into laughter.“Okay, that’s embarrassing,” she said, rubbing her belly. “But seriously, I’m starving. We’ve been surviving on potato chips, cupcakes, and candy all night. I need some real food—something warm and hearty.”Robert chuckled, nodding in agreement. “I hear you. I can’t believe they called that a party spread. You know what? Let’s go somewhere special. I know a place.”Anita’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Special, huh? Fancy or casual?”“Oh, very fancy,” Robert said, a mischievous smile playing at his lips. “Trust me, you’ll love it.”Curiosity piqued, Anita grinned. “Alright, lead the way. Just don’t make me wait too long; I’m already dreaming about a perfect, gourmet meal.”They drove through the city, the anticipation growing as Robert pulled up to an elegant, upscale restaurant. The establishment exuded s