Secretly The Lost Billionaire Heir

Chapter 008

Arnold has arrived at the building where the party was being held. The driver immediately got out of the car and opened the door for his master. Arnold's appearance looked different compared to the other guests. His hand, which was still bandaged, didn't allow him to wear a tuxedo, so he wore a black, short-sleeved shirt with black trousers. His appearance was very simple.

When Arnold arrived at the entrance, the doorman immediately looked at him with probing eyes. He looked more like a waiter than a guest. If he was a waiter, then he shouldn't have entered through the door specifically for guests.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" snapped the doorman.

Arnold stared at the man sharply. Without saying a word, he showed the invitation he had brought. The doorman's expression immediately changed. His face turned pale.

“So-sorry, I thought you were a waiter. If you are a waiter, then you shouldn't go through this entrance," he said while looking at the invitation. Fear was evident in his voice. What's more, when he saw Arnold's black invitation, at this party, special guests received black invitations, while ordinary guests received silver invitations.

Arnold snorted. Even after he discovered his true identity, many people still looked down at him. 'Does my face still look like a poor person?' thought Arnold irritably.

“Please forgive me, sir,” the doorman cupped his palms as he lowered his head.

"Next time, watch your mouth, or you will lose your job this very second!" threatened Arnold as he stepped into the venue.

Arnold glanced around the ballroom. He didn't recognize any of the people there.

“Sebastian says this is a party held by my uncle. But, where is he?” sought Arnold. He still didn't find anyone who looked like the host of the party there.

The waiter passed in front of Arnold with a tray of drinks. Arnold took a glass for himself.

"Thank you," said Arnold. He sipped the drink while walking around.

His eyes were fascinated by an amazing performance by a chef at a food stall. He continued walking with his eyes looking in that direction, until finally he collided with someone.

“Hey!” shouted the man who collided with Arnold.

“Dad, are you okay?” The man's son looked worried about his father. He glared at Arnold; moreover, some of Arnold's drink spilled on the middle-aged man's clothes.

"It sucks!" cursed the man while looking at his clothes.

"I'm so sorry, sir," said Arnold.

The man raised his gaze, and his eyes met Arnold's. They both froze and were suddenly surprised. Reflexively, Arnold took a step back because he recognized the man in front of him.

“You … Arnold!” exclaimed the man as his eyes widen.

“Dad, do you know him? Who is Arnold?” asked the young man beside him.

Arnold was still gasping. He didn't expect to meet his former adoptive father there. Seeing that man, a series of bad incidents and trauma he experienced as a child suddenly flashed through his head.

“Mr. Johansen, do you still remember me?” Arnold asked with a cold voice and a vengeful gaze.

Eric Johansen grinned. Even though it had been 16 years since Arnold had left his home, he still recognized him. Arnold's aquamarine blue eyes and dark brown hair make him easily recognizable.

“Who is he, Daddy? It looks like you two know each other," asked Gabriel Johansen, the only son of Eric Johansen, who made Arnold forgotten by the Johansen family. 

“Gabriel, he is Arnold. He was the maid's son who worked in our house when you were a baby. I didn't expect to meet him here now," Eric answered with a grin.

Arnold's lips were pressed, and his chest felt tight when he heard Eric's words. He once felt genuine affection from that man, but after God gave Gabriel to them, they forgot about Arnold and treated him like a piece of trash.

Gabriel's gaze turned to Arnold. "Oh, nice to meet you, Arnold," said Gabriel with a smile.

Arnold smiled faintly. He was about to leave there, but Gabriel asked him a question.

“What are you doing here, Arnold? You work as a waiter here?” He asked in a mocking tone. His attitude was no different from his father's.

Arnold snorted. “No, I'm here because they invited me,” he answered with a little smile.

Eric chuckled. He folded his hands across his stomach while scanning Arnold with a probing gaze. “Who do you think you are? Do you know who the host of this party is? There's no way they'd want to invite someone like you.”

“And what happened to your hand? Were you caught stealing and people beat you?” Eric taunted, and then they burst out laughing.

“Watch your mouth, Mr. Johansen!” snapped Arnold.

"I still remember Arnold; when you were still at my house, you often stole. Have you forgotten that?”

Of course, Arnold didn't forget that. After locking the little Arnold up all day in his room, Arnold went to the kitchen and got some food from the refrigerator, but Eric caught him and beat him. The wounds on his body were proof of the cruel treatment of the Johansen family towards him.

"You're very good at distorting facts," quipped Arnold. His blue eyes darkened, and his hands clenched into tight fists. It felt like he wanted to throw a punch at the man's face.

“So he often steals from our house, Daddy? Is this the reason he doesn't work at our house anymore?” Gabriel asked curiously.

"Yes, he and his mother were thieves," answered Eric.

Arnold's eyes closed in fury. Eric has really gone too far. Not only did he slander Arnold, but he also slandered his mother.

Seeing Arnold's anger radiating from his eyes, Eric became afraid that Arnold would beat him. He was no longer the little boy that Eric easily beat up.

“Security! Security!” Eric shouted for security, and then two security officers came there.

“What happened, sir?” the security officer asked Eric.

Eric pointed at Arnold while speaking. “Quickly take him away! He is a waiter, but he is very dangerous.”

"Don't listen to him!" Arnold tried to defend himself, but apparently the two security officers believed Eric's words more.

“You have to get out of here!”

"No, he has slandered me!"

They arrested Arnold, and when they were about to leave there, their action was stopped by the arrival of Elizabeth and Sebastian.

“Stop! What are you doing?" Elizabeth exclaimed as she approached Arnold. Security officers immediately released their grip on Arnold's hand.

"Madam, he—" one of the security officers wanted to explain, but Elizabeth immediately snapped at him.

“How dare you touch him!” The old woman pulled Arnold's body possessively. She protected her grandson.

Seeing Elizabeth's attitude, Eric wondered. “Why is Elizabeth Winster so protective of Arnold?” he muttered.