THE UPRISING OF THE TRILLIONAIRE'S HEIR

What About Your Fiance

"You're both fired!" The manager's words caught them off guard, and they were stunned by the sudden termination.

"You idiots! This is Andrew Willstone's son and Gregory Willstone's grandson! Do you have any idea about the kind of power he holds?" the manager yelled, his frustration evident. He then proceeded to slap both of them, leaving them in shock. They turned their gaze towards Mason, who had a slight smirk on his face.

"Sir... Please, we didn't know he was the one..." one of them pleaded, their voices filled with both being surprised and sad.

"Shut up! Don't beg me, beg the one you disrespected!" Jonah, the manager snapped in anger. The two guards couldn't help but kneel in front of him, feeling utterly embarrassed, they were scared as their faces were almost touching the floor. 

Their desperation to get their jobs back was shown as they pleaded, "Please, young master, we are truly sorry..." They were driven by shame, realizing that this was the only way to save their jobs.

Mason let out a sigh and attempted to walk inside the restaurant with Jonah, but one of the employees grabbed hold of his legs, causing him to frown in annoyance.

"Please, don't do this to us. My wife is terribly sick, and three months' salary would be enough to cover her medical bills," one of the guards pleaded, with sadness in his eyes. 

"Oh, you didn't consider that when you were insulting my granddad," Mason retorted, shaking his head. He yanked his legs making sure his hands were off him as he accidentally hit his jaw in the process. However, Mason didn't turn back to apologize, knowing that he deserved the blow.

They couldn't believe that they had disrespected the most powerful man in the city. They realized that being fired from their jobs was a lenient punishment compared to what they truly deserved.

"I deeply apologize for the inappropriate behavior of my staff," the manager spoke up, expressing his regret to Mason. Mason smiled in response, accepting the apology, and continued to follow Jonah.

The workers in the restaurant noticed Mason's presence and stopped what they were doing. They bowed respectfully to him, drawing the attention of James and Lucas, who frowned at the sight.

"What is this loser doing with the restaurant manager? Wait... Don't tell me he caused some trouble," James muttered, while Lucas scoffed in disbelief.

"Let me go confront him," Lucas said, hastily finishing his drink and quickly making his way toward Mason and Jonah.

Mason was surprised when he saw Lucas approaching them, he wondered what he wanted with him again then the next thing he said got him fed up.

 "May I ask why this sick man is following you?" Lucas inquired, his tone dripping with disdain.

"And may I ask how that is any of your business?" Jonah retorted, his response catching Lucas off guard. He furrowed his brow, taken aback by the sharpness of Jonah's reply.

"Sir, I understand what's going on here, but I just wanted to tell you that..."

"Get out of my face and let Young Master Mason pass!" Jonah interrupted, raising his voice and attracting the attention of everyone in the restaurant. Lucas was left flabbergasted as he was forcefully pushed aside to make way for Mason, he had never been disrespected like that before.

"What the hell just happened?" James muttered under his breath, watching in disbelief as Lucas was insulted and pushed by Jonah for Mason, he looked at Mason as he confidently walked out of the main restaurant area and headed towards the VVIP section.

Lucas scoffed and returned to his seat, muttering, "He's so pitiful." He rolled his eyes, but deep down, he was feeling increasingly angry.

As they reached the VVIP section, the guards at the entrance opened the door, allowing only Mason to enter. Mason glanced back and noticed Jonah bowing his head before leaving the room.

Andrew quickly approached Mason, concern evident in his expression. "I hope you weren't harmed, and those individuals were dealt with severely," he said, his voice filled with protective concern.

"Of course," Mason replied, reassuring Andrew.

Then, Mason's attention was drawn to an elderly man in his early 70s, smiling warmly at him. The man stood up and spread his arms invitingly.

"Come here, give your grandpa a hug," the old man said affectionately. Mason walked towards him and embraced him, they both smiled during the hug, Mason was overwhelmed seeing his grandfather while Gregory was the happy one seeing his grandson. After a moment, they withdrew from the hug.

"You've changed a lot, Mason," he said calmly. He nodded and sat down in the chair across from Gregory.

"I'm sure you already know what's happening, Mason, and your dad has told you about it. I don't want you to be scared or think that you're in danger, okay? Everything will be okay," he reassured.

"I'm not scared, Grandpa," Mason blurted out as Gregory smirked in response.

"I love your confidence, and you'll certainly need it. As Andrew mentioned earlier, you'll be disguising yourself and continuing to live as you did before, without revealing your wealth. You won't be staying at Willstone Mansion," Gregory explained, causing Mason to raise an eyebrow in surprise.

"Yes, you won't. You'll either stay in a hotel or an apartment," Gregory confirmed.

"No, I think an apartment would be better. I'll arrange for security for Mason," Andrew interjected. Mason nodded in agreement with his father's suggestion.

"Rule number one: Don't trust anyone, do you understand?" Gregory emphasized, looking directly at Mason.

"Yes, sir," Mason replied, nodding in acknowledgment. Gregory then took out a document from his suitcase.

"Here, this is the apartment I purchased for you and I want you to sign it" 

Mason collected the papers from his hands looked through them, and signed them, the apartment costs forty million dollars and he was still the same person who told him that he should leave a low profile, or is there something he is cooking up?.

"What about your fiance? I learned you have a fiance, isn't that right?" He said as he sipped his wine but, Mason was surprised at how he knew about it. 

"Or you don't have? Isn't her name Anna?”