The Billionaire's Hidden Son

Nathaniel is alive

"Come with me, no questions," he urged, his voice croaking with urgency. With swift determination, he carefully packed his laptop into his worn backpack, securing it tightly. As if following an unspoken command, they both began to stride away, their feet moving in perfect synchrony.

They ventured into a dimly lit corridor, their footsteps echoing against the cold, marble floor. Their eyes locked onto a glowing sign that read "VIP," beckoning them towards an unknown destination. Pushing open the ornate double doors, they found themselves in a lavish room adorned with opulent furnishings. The air carried a rich aroma of mystery and exclusivity, tinged with the faint hint of danger.

With a swift motion, he grasped the doorknob and turned it, revealing a hushed space beyond. The door creaked as it swung open, revealing a hidden inner sanctum. A soft light spilled out, casting eerie shadows against the muted walls. He stepped forward, guiding them into the sanctuary, his movements delibera