Rise of the Greatest Prodigy

Arthur Alistair

It took some minutes but he was now done with freshening and dressing up.

Victoria who was the person who had walked in earlier offered to help him several times but he refused.

This wasn’t his first time being treated like this as he was originally from a rich household but he was confused at why he was being given such treatment.

Why he thought this was because Victoria was no ordinary maid. Even using that term was insulting to her.

She had long lustrous brown hair and light brown eyes which held innocence but was also sharp, curious yet seeming very wise.

Her beauty rivaled that of top models. As for her body, it was perfectly tuned in every aspect and she was 4 inches shorter than his 6 feet height.

He should just be a stranger who got hit by the car of whoever ran him over and with such wealth, he was lucky to be in their house in the first place.

“Follow me. The lord of the house is waiting,” she voiced out with Charles nodding as they both walked out of the room.

He still had some questions for the system but he decided to save it for later.

As expected, his room wasn’t the only luxurious thing.

The hallway had a long red and golden carpet, with a roll of several chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and two rolls of flower vases containing beautiful flowers on decorated raised platforms.

They kept walking as he followed her like a duckling to its mother.

If he was left here, there was no way he was going to find his way back to the room he came from, despite trying to cram the routes they were taking.

This was how large and complex the house was.

She finally stopped in front of a large double door.

Two men were standing on both sides and Victoria gestured towards the door.

Charles walked towards it hesitantly and when he got close enough the two men pushed the two sides of the door open displaying the interior of the large room.

By the tall shelves and numerous books, he almost passed it off as a library but on closer inspection, he concluded that this was someone’s study.

One of the things that made him conclude this was that there was oy one table and several chairs.

On the chair behind the table, a man was seated.

“Sit,” the man gestures towards a chair close to him which Charles proceeded to sit on.

Seeing the man up close he could point out his features.

He looked like someone in his mid-forties but Charles believed that he was older than this.

He had raven black hair which was neatly gelled backwards and sharp brown eyes. His jawline was well shaped with an excellent build.

There was no blemish on his skin and no one needed to be told how wealthy he was at first glance.

He was staring at Charles with mixed emotions which felt somewhat odd and awkward.

This was the first time Charles was meeting him but he was looking at him like a long-lost friend, no, something even more.

Charles decided to speak up first. "Nice to meet you, sir.”

The man snapped out of his thoughts hearing this.

“Sorry about that,” he voiced out repositioning himself on the chair. “How are you feeling?”

"Just some pains here and there but I'm generally alright. My dislocated hand is the greatest damage, I think,” Charles replied.

“Every pain you feel can be erased immediately after we are done and your dislocated hand would be back to normal in less than a week as long as you are under the care of this household.”

Charles would've called this bluff. To have a dislocated elbow fully functional in less than a week? This was no small claim but with all that he had seen here, it didn't sound impossible.

“Also, I apologize for running into you.”

Charles was taken aback by the sincere apology is someone like him. Victoria had said he was the lord of this house so he wasn’t expecting this and didn’t know how to respond.

“T-That is…….. You don’t have to apologize sir. It was my fault for standing in the middle of the street.”

The man’s expression turned slightly soar as he stared into Charles's eyes.

“I’m aware of what happened to you yesterday,” he suddenly voiced out.

“You are?” Charles was surprised hearing this.

“Yes, I’ve been monitoring you for the past few days. So what do you plan on doing.”

He listened with keen interest to the next words Charles was going to utter as this would determine certain things.

Charles closed his eyes, seemingly in thought and when he opened them the man was slightly taken aback by the coldness within.

“They are going to regret all that they’ve done.”

By ‘they' he wasn’t only referring to Cynthia and Dan.

The man nodded in satisfaction. “Good, you don’t seem like you would disappoint me.”

Charles was once again confused by his words.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I know everything about you, your mum, your former family, and what they did to you both. I’m sorry I didn’t find you both sooner,” his voice was laced with sadness as Charles wondered if he was just too kind and sympathetic to show emotions to strangers or if there was something else.

“So I think it’s fair that at least you know my name. I’m Arthur Alistair.”

‘Why does that name sound familiar,' Charles thought trying to recall.

“Follow me. I want you to meet some people and also listen to the announcement that I’m going to make.”

Arthur stood up and walked towards the door as Charles, clueless about what was going on and who he was going to meet followed him.

The doors got opened as if the men magically knew they were coming.

Both men along with Victoria bowed to him before she and one of the two men followed behind Charles who walked behind Arthur.

They took several turns before arriving at a room that had a large round table with several people seated, and all their attention shifted towards the people who just arrived, especially him.