THE UPRISING OF THE TRILLIONAIRE'S HEIR

The Surprise

"It's here," he said confidently. Lucas couldn't help but wonder what was happening to him, why was he so confident and sharp?

He used to be the person they bullied so effectively when he worked at the hotel. Lucas clenched his fists, wanting to slap him, but Mason's disturbing smile made him hesitate, he didn't know why but it scared him.

Mason enjoyed seeing Lucas shocked by his new attitude. He was no longer scared, and he planned to keep confusing them like this.

He tossed his bank card onto the table, causing Lucas to furrow his brow.

"How dare you, you pauper!" Lucas yelled, expecting Mason to flinch. However, Mason remained unfazed and responded, "Please call the cashier so I can make the transfer, or send me your account number so I can use my phone. I have things to do."

An awkward silence hung between them. Lucas reluctantly stretched his hand and placed his card on the table. Mason swiftly took it and began typing his account number, for the money transfer.

"Let's see just how delusional you are," Lucas mocked.

"Before you say anything, check your damn phone," Mason retorted.

Just as Lucas was about to strike him, his phone buzzed softly. He furrowed his brow and checked the message that had been sent to him. And to his surprise, he saw that Mason had transferred ten thousand dollars into his account.

Lucas stared at Mason, who sat comfortably in his seat, a smile playing on his lips. He couldn't help but wonder how Mason had come into possession of such a huge amount of money.

No way would happen because he once begged for four months to be able to pay the money but it's remaining two months now, of course it wasn't possible. 

"I suppose I've settled my debt. You can use the remaining amount for your expenses," Mason remarked, rising from his seat and preparing to leave. However, Lucas interrupted him.

"Just because someone handed you a large sum of money and you took out a loan from the bank doesn't give you the right to speak to me in that manner. And please, refrain from boasting because it's fucking ridiculous to brag about borrowed money," Lucas retorted because of how well he knew him.

Anger welled up within Mason as he tightly clenched his fists while making his way out of the office. He couldn't help but wonder why he was so dumb or a thing dumb. How could he have been blind to the fact that he was a rich man? How could he have borrowed ten thousand dollars when he didn't even have a stable job?

Not even him but including everyone else.

As he walked to the main restaurant area, he heard the receptionist calling him to stop, Mason walked out and didn't respond to her, not that he didn't hear her but he didn't have time for her nonsense, he knew all what she was going to say. 

"This foolish boy has completely changed! How dare he ignore me like that?" the receptionist seethed in anger as she watched him leave the restaurant.

She would be happy to throw a leftover meal on him but she was stopped by Lucas, now she has lots of questions for him, he had never walked out on her before, so it was weird and annoying. 

As he walked, the gatekeeper laughed mockingly at him, but he paid no attention. Instead, he smirked, unaffected by the taunts, and continued his way out of the restaurant.

Suddenly, his phone began to ring, indicating an incoming call from Andrew. He swiftly answered it.

"Son, there's something I'm deeply concerned about," Andrew said, his voice filled with worry.

"And what is it, Dad?" Mason inquired, curious about his father's concern.

"You bloody well need a car for your safety. I assume you know how to drive, right?" Andrew asked, and Mason nodded.

"Of course, Dad."

"Good. I've gone ahead and bought one for you. It's on its way, so head to the dealership. It's already there, waiting for you," Andrew muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.

"I'm amazed at how quickly you think," Mason remarked.

"Life has shaped me this way, son. We always need to be quick on our feet. By the way, I'll be coming to the dealership with the new owner of the company, the person who is posing as me and purchased it, alright?" Andrew explained. Mason nodded in understanding and ended the call.

As Mason arrived at the company, he strolled through the premises and his eyes widened at the sight of a sleek black Bugatti Veyron. A group of men had gathered around the cars, and he knew that one of them must be his contact. With a smile on his face, he approached the group.

"You were asked to bring it for me, right?" Mason inquired, directing his question to the man wearing glasses. The man quickly glanced down at his feet, avoiding eye contact, and pretended as if Mason wasn't talking to him.

Mason felt puzzled, unsure if this car truly belonged to him.

"Um, excuse me, but wasn't this car sent by someone else?" Mason asked, seeking clarification to be sure it was him or not.

In a cold and unfriendly tone, the man responded, "Mind your own business and leave. This car doesn't concern you, if you knew you owned this car then you wouldn't have shown your face in this area, just get away." Mason couldn't understand what was happening, and his confusion grew.

Just as Mason was about to reach for his phone to resolve the situation, he hesitated first then decided not to make a phone call, putting his phone back in his pocket.

"You were supposed to deliver this car to Andrew's son, correct?" Mason inquired, trying to clarify the situation.

"And how do you know that? Are you his friend? I find it hard to believe he would befriend someone like you," the man replied, Mason let out a sigh, realizing that this was becoming more complicated.

He decided to call Andrew, quickly dialing his number and waiting for him to answer.

"Have you received it?" Andrew asked.

"I'm just as confused. Isn't it a black Bugatti Veyron? Because that's exactly what I'm seeing here," Mason responded.

The man scoffed looking at him as he straightened his face. 

"Yes of course, then surrounded by my men, the one who will give you your car keys is the one putting on a glass and a black airpod, and I hope no problem son" 

Mason looked at him as he smirked. "Thanks for your response, because I'm wondering why he  was adamant not to give me the keys, doesn't he recognize me?" 

Andrew frowned his face. "Give him the phone" 

Mason returned his gaze at him. "Hey, take this" 

He rolled his eyes and faced his front. 

Mason was overwhelmed with how serious he, is with his Job. he didn't have any choice than to go closer to him. 

"Get...."

"You bastard" the man on the glass heard it as he froze immediately and collected the phone from him. 

"Mr. Andrew it's you sir" 

"At least you recognize me, but not my son, thank goodness I'm in a good mood today or I would have fired you for the amount of disrespect you gave him! "

This made him both confused and surprised at the same time as he gazed at Mason, that's when he saw the resemblance in him. 

"I'm...I'm deeply sorry sir, I never knew it was the young master" 

"Oh you expected someone dressed in an expensive suit..."

"No, I mean..."

"Give him the keys, now" he ordered with a strict voice. 

The yell made shivers run down his spine as he thrust his hands into his pocket and brought out the keys, then quickly handed them over to him. 

Mason smiled as he looked at the Bugatti Veyron and rubbed his hands on the surface. 

"Young master, please forgive me for I know not that it was you"