The Dark Side of the Heir

Part 4

"Let go! Let go, damn it!"

Michel snapped at the burly men who seemed to be keeping a tight guard on him in the center seat of the luxurious black sedan.

The look on his face seemed to give a hostile look to the men who had dared to take him without permission like this.

"Calm down, young master. You are already safe. This is your rightful place."

The man who said Michel was a lost heir raised his voice again. Bringing his gaze to the large mansion in front of them right now.

Michel, who seemed to understand the meaning of the man's gaze, then followed the direction of his gaze.

Seeing the building that was so large and magnificent immediately succeeded in making Michel silenced unable to say anything else.

Michel blinked, trying to make sure that what was in front of him was certain.

"Please come down, young master. Mr. Alberto has been waiting for you inside for a long time." The man then said again to take his eyes off Michel.

"Alberto?" Michel felt familiar with the name mentioned by the man.

"If the young master wants to get all the answers. Come down and join us."

Michel looked frozen in place. Not sure what decision to make at that moment.

"Alright, I'll come down with you."

Michel emphasized still in a position of self that did not fully trust the men.

The burly men also seemed relieved by Michel's decision. They also invited their master to get out of the car.

However, before Michel really decided to follow the words of the burly men. Suddenly, Michel stopped his footsteps. He seemed to reconsider a decision that he felt was not right.

"What is it, young sir?" asked the man who had been inviting Michel to dialogue from the beginning.

Michel shook his head slowly with a stopped foot position, not intending to take the slightest step.

"Can I trust you all? Do you really have no evil intentions by selling my organs or anything?"

The men who were bodyguards for Michel suddenly laughed at the man's words. I don't know what they found funny at that moment. One thing was for sure, Michel still didn't understand everything that was there.

"I will make sure that none of that is possible. Young Master is the sole heir that has been lost. We searched for you and found you to inherit what was rightfully yours."

Michel stared intently at the man before him. Trying to find a lie behind his eyes, he found none.

"I would not lie to you, Young Master."

Michel was forced to follow wherever the strange men took him.

Just as the man who had been talking to him opened the doorknob of the huge mansion, Michel's eyes were locked in awe of the mansion in front of him.

"Wow... is this a mansion? A place where rich people who have influence on the world live?"

Michel was stunned, he could only mutter in his heart while continuing to wander looking at everything in the mansion.

Coming from the lower class and never seeing a luxurious room in person, made Michel truly speechless.

Only his eyes continued to stare and take in all the contents inside the mansion.

From the beginning of the entrance, Michel was treated to a view in the form of decorative lights that were so large and made of shiny white diamonds.

Even the aquarium there looked so big and wide. There was one fish that really amazed Michel at that time.

The piranha fish, which is famous for its ferocity and screaming price, seemed to be provided in a separate aquarium with other beautiful ornamental fish.

Michel could guess that the price of all the fish was almost hundreds of millions of rupiah.

Michel's footsteps continued until his eyes stopped on an old piano that looked so antique. Not to forget, all the old wooden shelves are also there.

Without saying anything, Michel then stepped his feet closer to the antiques.

"Young Master... Yes, sir."

The man who originally wanted to admonish Michel not to go into a room that consisted of many antiques immediately stopped his sentence when a hand touched his arm.

"Leave it alone. Everything here is also his."

The man nodded, letting Michel walk as he pleased.

Michel touched the antique piano that still seemed to be working.

His footsteps took him along the black plates with the record player that still seemed to be working.

"Can I turn it on?" asked Michel without taking his eyes off the antiques.

"Please, young master. You can turn on whichever one you want."

After being given a sharp glance by the man in the strapping black suit, the man who brought Michel to the mansion then replied to Michel's line of questioning.

A smile that was so wide was perfectly published on Michel's face. For a long time, the man had wanted to listen to music from the record player.

Michel read every title of the record. Until finally, he focused on one song that caught his attention.

"He is indeed what I've been looking for all this time."

Someone murmured when they saw Michel's choice of music, which was the favorite of their great-grandmother.

The beautiful and soothing music filled the empty room.

While playing the music, Michel then pulled a chair in front of the piano. His fingers expertly opened the lid of the piano.

The strains that accompanied the vinyl music made anyone who heard it certainly become mesmerized.

After about 5 minutes, the music and the piano toy from Michel's hand stopped simultaneously.

Prok! Prok! Prok!

"Very good game."

Michel seemed to flinch as he heard an unfamiliar voice cross his ears.

Michel immediately got up, moving his body away from a middle-aged man who seemed to be smiling happily at him.

"Don't be afraid. You're safe. I only praised you, not intending to scare you."

The man seemed to extend his hand. He hoped Michel would accept his hand.

Michel still seemed hesitant. However, seeing the convincing face created on the man's face, made Michel slowly want to extend his hand.

"I know, you will definitely still trust me. I really miss you, my son." The man took Michel into his warm embrace.

Strangely, at that time Michel seemed to surrender and take it for granted. Until finally, after repeating his memory of the words spoken by the man, Michel suddenly moved his body away.

"My son?" beoed Michel with a furrowed brow.

The man had a warm smile on his face. "I am, Alberto. Your real father."

The middle-aged man who claimed to be named Alberto then said firmly that he was Michel's biological father.

Michel then shook his head slowly. "No, I'm not. There's no way you're my real father. That's impossible."

Michel said firmly. He could not accept that sentence at all.

Alberto, meanwhile, seemed to remain calm as if he had guessed that he would find Michel's attitude like that.

"I will explain everything later. For now, it's better if you just rest. You must be feeling tired after a day of endless troubles. From now on, call me Dad. Because I am your biological father."

Alberto smiled. Looking at his son with love and affection.

"Daniel. Please take the young master to his private room. Bring all his belongings inside. Clean up and don't let him do everything by himself."

The man who had engaged Michel in conversation from the start and addressed himself as Young Master, now seemed to be addressed by Alberto.

"Yes, Mr. Alberto." Daniel bowed his body as a sign of respect. "Come, young master. I will escort young master to young master's room."

Michel stared fixedly at Daniel and immediately obeyed the words of the middle-aged man.

"Daniel is your personal assistant from today onwards. Do not hesitate to ask him for any help. Get some rest. You really need time to rest."

Alberto gave Daniel the code to lead the young master to his room immediately.

Daniel nodded. Leading Michel, who could only remain silent and try to understand everything that had happened there.

"Come, young master. Come with me."

Michel seemed to be stuck. He walked with his mind still spinning at one point. The point where, a middle-aged man who suddenly claimed to be his biological father.

"Please come in, Young Master. This is your private room. All of your heavy belongings have been tidied up in there. The rest of this small bag, let me help you organize it."

Michel then shifted his gaze. He looked around his room, which was really spacious.

There was not a single corner that was not occupied. Everything was filled with things that looked so luxurious. There was a TV and also a sofa there. The game consul that Michel had always dreamed of was also on the sofa table.

Michel was dumbfounded at everything that was before his eyes at the moment.

"Is this a dream?" mumbled Michel blinking his eyes repeatedly.