THE PRESIDENT HEIR ( SON IN LAW TURNS OUT TO BE A HEIR)

Chapter 5- Is that not Poor Dave?

Dave took a deep breath, preparing himself to respond to his ex-wife's cutting remark. He was about to assert that he wasn't a sweeper and that he had every right to be in the expensive hotel when an unwelcome interruption occurred.

His ex-wife's husband strode over to the table, wearing a smug expression that signaled trouble.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" The boyfriend sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "How did you manage to sneak your way into this fancy hotel, Dave? If you're here, you must be a worker, right? Maybe a janitor or a doorman?"

"Is that not poor Dave? The one my angel was once married to?

"Yes, that's him. Good for nothing, man."

Nelson said this and laughed.

"Remember respect, please?

Dave said.

How can I respect someone who can't even bother to dress appropriately for a fancy hotel?

His ex-wife joined in, adding her own mocking tone to the chorus. "Oh, absolutely! I heard they were hiring sweepers, and who better than you, Dave? You always excelled at sweeping things under the rug!"

Her laughter echoed in the air, mingling with the boyfriend's mocking chuckles. The humiliation hit Dave like a blow to the gut, threatening to shatter his resolve.

"My mom said it; he might be a sweeper, or preferably he's here to beg for scraps."

Amelia added.

"Yes, I'm sure he is here to beg."

Nelson said mockingly:

Just as Dave was about to respond, a lifeline appeared in the form of a waiter, dressed impeccably in his uniform. Sensing the tension at the table, the waiter approached with a professional smile.

"Good evening, sir," the waiter greeted Dave. "How may I assist you today?"

Dave seized the opportunity, determined to regain control of the situation. He straightened his posture, and his voice was steady and firm.

"I would like to celebrate my special day with a bottle of your most expensive wine," he declared, his words laced with a newfound confidence.

The waiter arched an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by the unexpected request. "Of course, sir," he replied, his tone tinged with respect. "We do have a very exclusive wine, priced at $100,000. Are you sure you'd like me to bring it?"

Dave's ex-wife couldn't resist interjecting, her voice dripping with condescension. "Stop this drama, Dave," she sneered. "You're just trying to make yourself feel important again. We all know you're just a washed-up failure."

Her boyfriend joined in, relishing the opportunity to humiliate Dave further. "That's right," he chimed in, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "You've always been good at begging for scraps. Making a spectacle of yourself won't change that."

Despite the barrage of insults, Dave remained resolute. He locked eyes with his ex-wife, his gaze steady and unwavering.

"No, this is not about drama," he responded calmly, his voice laced with determination. "This is about me reclaiming my worth. Please bring me the $100,000 wine."

The waiter, observing the exchange, couldn't help but be impressed by Dave's unwavering conviction. He nodded respectfully, acknowledging the strength that radiated from within Dave.

Leaving the table, the waiter headed towards the hotel's renowned wine cellar.

"IIf you need anything, please let me know, sir."

The waiter said nothing and walked away.

As Dave's ex-wife and her boyfriend exchanged smirks, convinced they had successfully pushed Dave into a corner once again, doubt began to creep into their minds.

Returning to the table, the waiter cradled a bottle of wine that seemed to emit an ethereal glow. Carefully, he placed it before Dave, who graciously accepted the offering.

The room grew silent, the tension palpable, as the waiter uncorked the bottle,releasing a symphony of scents that filled the air, intoxicating their senses with its allure.

Dave raised his glass, a glimmer of triumph flickering in his eyes. "To new beginnings," he declared, his voice resolute yet tinged with a touch of defiance.

"Dave took a sip of the exquisite wine.

This special day, this celebration, is just the beginning. I have many more chapters to write, and they will be filled with my own triumphs and happiness."

His ex-wife and her boyfriend exchanged uneasy glances, their laughter silenced by the weight of their own insecurities.

"Bae" , Amelia said, her tone devoid of the mocking edge that had once characterized her words. "I didn't realize this poor man could have time in this luxurious hotel".

"What are you doing, Bae? Let them sack him. I don't feel comfortable seeing this poor man here."

Amelia yelled!

"I will know what to do. Let's sit down first, and I will call the manager to clear this trash out of my sight."

Nelson said this and sat down with her.

He picked up his phone and started a call with the manager of the hotel.

"Good day, sir. This is Nelson, and I really want to discuss something important with you."

"Is there anythingI can assist you with, sir?" The managerasked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity and admiration.

Nelson, Amelia's new boyfriend, started to talk in an annoyed way.

"Why do you let beggars in here?"

"Is anyone at all able to have a feast and spend time here?".

Nelson asked impatiently.

"Nelson, I'm so sorry, but can you tell me the exact problem?"

The manager asked, confused by what Nelson said.

Dave sat far from them,his gaze steady and resolute. He shook his head in disdain and laughed when he heard Nelson yelling on the phone.

He turned to his table and continued sipping his wine.

"I will be glad if you come here to see the beggar I'm talking about. I eventhought he was one of your minor workers, but it seems to be wrong."

Nelson said this and took a deep breath.

"I will be there soon."

The manager said so and ended the call.

30 minutes later, a nice gentleman dressed in a nice suit came out of the next entrance to the hotel.

He walked in, and after closing the door behind him, Nelson was already standing in front of him.

"That's him. Manager, sack him away and don't ask any questions. My fiance doesn't feel comfortable here."

"Call the guards now." ,"Call the guards."

Nelson screamed, speaking impatiently, and his actions moved the manager to Dave's seat.