Raphael without further ado narrowed his eyes to grasp a better view of the man standing in front of him, from his stature, he could deduce he was in his early 40s, about 6"1' tall with a well-shaved goatee.
‘Young Master? What does that even mean, huh?’ The persistent questions ran across his mind whilst standing to his feet.
“Please who are you? Why did you call me such? Have we met before?” he continually questioned, staring deep into his face.
The strange man quickly knelt before him with his hands lifted towards him in absolute honor. “Young Master, my name is Benoit. I'm your grandfather's senior butler. I'm…” he was about to complete his words when Raphael quickly turned and ambled away from his presence.
“Young Master?... Please don't depart,” He quickly mouthed as he noticed the strange outlook after he mentioned working for his grandfather.
Raphael kept mute with a frowned face, his arms akimbo. Benoit still ran in front of him and knelt once again. “Are you pissed off that I almost rode you over? I'm sorry, Young Master.”
“Your grandfather persistently insisted he wants to see you. I had no choice but to trail you from your family in-laws' house and when I saw you running I had to drive behind. I'm sorry if I nearly had you knocked down,” He deeply apologizes, bowing his head beneath his feet.
“Benoit, you've done nothing wrong. I don't want to speak with my grandfather.”
“You wasted your time coming over here," he responded with a frown on his face.
Benoit just gazed at him in a dumbfounded state as he was startled at Raphael's outright response.
“Do have a nice evening,” Raphael mouthed, striving to continue with his sprinting.
Suddenly a voice fell from behind. “Your Grandfather had a heart attack this evening! He insists he must speak with you or he won't take further medications…” Those words escaped from the Senior butler's mouth as he knelt hopelessly with teary eyes.
Raphael abruptly froze in shock at what he just heard and turned towards the senior butler with his eyes etching in disbelief.
“Young Master, he's sick. I don't know his bad deeds against you that have made you stay away from him all these years. But he desperately wants to see you,” Benoit kept pleading for him to have a change of heart.
He drew a deep breath in uncertainty. “Let's go meet grandfather. Take me to him at once,” he affirmatively responded.
Raphael found himself in the car seat of Range Rover Autobiography. Within seconds Benoit had zoomed off without further delays.
Over the years Raphael's grandfather had done all he could to reach out to his grandson but all had been a failure.
Raphael's stance has been made explicitly; never to have anything to do with his multi-billionaire Grandfather.
The bigger question is what exactly could have precipitated such a strong-willed decision?
Within 10 minutes Benoit had driven into the finest residence in Munich estate in Paris and screeched the car gate after the gatekeepers had parted the gate for him to drive through.
Raphael alighted from the luxurious car and five domestic staff at the residence fell before their knees in respect.
“Young Master! Welcome Young Master!” They simultaneously voiced out in greetings. Raphael sheepishly nodded his head as all those honorary gestures were entirely new to him.
It was his first time beholding his grandfather's abode, as his eyes marveled at the exquisite ambiance of the building, with no mix of words it was damn breathtaking.
He hadn't ever seen a mansion as beautiful as that in his entire life. The building at his ex-family in-laws isn't anywhere near what his eyes were fixed upon. What!
Benoit with all smiles on his face led him into the living room whilst another five staff beside the stairs bowed and did the usual greetings.
He flinched at the sense of respect they accorded to him. What's all this for?
‘They keep calling me young master? Always on their knees to greet?’ he thought inwardly whilst ambling along the staircase behind Benoit who gradually led the path.
Benoit squeezed the royal bedroom door open where Raphael's grandfather was lying after his heart attack episode.
Jacques Claude Gathuier; his grandfather widened his eyes in shock to have set his eyes on Raphael for a long time in seven years.
The last time he saw him was when Raphael's father threw them out of the house and disinherited him with the belief that his wife was cheating on him with another man.
Jacques Claude Gathuier begged earnestly for both to come live with him but his daughter vowed never to set foot in his mansion with her son.
He had been calling Raphael's cell phone to ask for mercy but he remained adamant because of what transpired in the past. What happened in the past?
“I'm so sorry my dearest Grandson. I know words wouldn't explicitly express how sorry I feel for how I treated your mother in the past even before you were born,” his grandfather spoke with tears flowing down from his cheeks.
Raphael noticed the emotions in his tone and ambled closer to him on his mattress.
“I treated my late daughter so badly when she refused to marry the billionaire man I arranged for her. I was only being selfish to expand my Winery production business.”
“I didn't for a second consider what my daughter wanted, even whilst my late wife was striving to make me see reasons with her I selfishly refused to adhere,” he kept revealing the past wounds.
His words made Raphael shiver with goosebumps. His mother had already told him what his grandfather did and pain has wracked their hearts because of his actions.
“She chose love and married your late father instead. I-I… I… disowned my daughter!” Jacques Claude Gathuier screamed in regret as his eyes completely met with tears.
“Forgive me, my grandson. I ought to have done better,” he begged his life out.
Raphael felt the genuineness in his grandfather's tone and held his hands strongly and nodded his head which signified. "Yes," there was no need to still be angry with him after all these years.
He's sick and at least needs such forgiveness to make him get better sooner.
His anger was more on his late father who believed his late wife cheated on him after her sacrifice to be with him and had them thrown out without any further investigations if she truly bedded with another man.
The grandfather winked at the butler who understood the message being sent forth.
Benoit cleared his throat to catch his attention and bowed before him as he always does. “Young master. This is a premium card designated for you. It's just $800,000,000 in it for a start.”
“Please accept this little token from your grandfather," he said in all obedience, stretching the premium card toward Raphael's right finger.
Raphael glanced in shock and excitement. His grandfather held his arms strongly and nodded his head; a plea he should accept his little token.
"Dearest Grandson. Henceforth you'll become the Managing Director of The Lion Winery Industries.
“I've waited for so long to place you in your most deserving position.”
“You're my only heir, my strength," Jacques Claude Gathuier firmly mouthed, learning further towards his grandson.
Raphael's eyes widened the more in disbelief. “What? For real… Grandfather?”
Raphael had to inquire as everything was unfolding faster than he could ever imagine.Less than an hour ago he was shamelessly dumped by his ex-wife and potentially replaced by his step-brother.Here he's in front of his grandfather he hadn't seen for about seven years offering a mind-blowing sum of cash with an exalted position in his champagne production company. Like for real?“Yes, my boy. First thing tomorrow morning. I'll have you announce to the rest of the management and staff your new position.”“I've dreamt and hoped for this day when I'd make you this offer. Don't say no my boy,” Jacques Claude Gathuier politely requested as he embraced his grandson who was still engrossed in a shocking state.Raphael's demeanor is a pictorial representation of; “Excitement and disbelief” from the little his late mother told him; he knew his grandfather was a man of his word. He wasn't bluffing either with his offer.“My boy. Our Winery business has been growing. We're amongst the top 10 fi
“Good Day Ma'am. You sent for me,” a certain firm male voice with embodied shoulders, 6 '1'' fit, well-bearded responded beside the parted door. “Meet our newest Internship staff or whatever he calls himself.”“Do have him settled immediately. I wouldn't hesitate to send him back to where he's from if I find him lazing around,” The HR vehemently instructed whilst unleashing a slight glare at Raphael who seemed calculative, smirking in his heart.“I'm Pierre, the assistant logistics manager. Welcome to The Lion Winery Industries. Were among the best first 10 winery companies in France.”“Please. Kindly ignore every unsettled word you just heard from Mrs. Elise,” he politely introduced himself whilst striving to make Raphael feel a bit comfortable.Raphael parted a soft chuckle across his cheeks. That was the first genuine smile since he stepped foot into his grandfather's company.Every staff he's met has been condescending right from the receptionists on the basement floor to The HR
“Don't let me repeat myself! Why are you all standing idle and who's this funny dude?” Mrs Louise impassively mouthed, glaring her eyes against the three. “So sorry Ma'am. He's the new intern and I needed to put him through…” Celine said in a frightening state. The atmosphere without a doubt felt the blaring weight of her voice. All production staff stiffened their faces and maintained their work posture. “And so what? What's my damn business with who he is? Come on, he's just a mere intern. Your luck is that the other two junior staff are supervising the production process. I would have had you and Pierre dealt with,” she said with red in her eyes as she stormed out from the production department. Her tone was stern and cold. Celine kept an apologetic gesture. Raphael and Pierre boldly stood staring back in her face. Raphael's heart was filled with lots of scoffing as he beheld her displaying her Hollywood condescending tantrums. “Who's she?” Raphael unavoidably asked his two new
BOMBSHELL!Laurent, who was almost lifting his feet to make his path towards the stage, sat back in shock. The staff rolled their eyes in uncertainty, their eyebrows raised in more confusion. Like what the heck is going on? Mrs. Emma held her husband's hands, her heart began racing in building shock. “Honey? Huh?” she hastily asked but got no response. Raphael majestically made his way towards the stage. He had been in the inner room behind the hall without anyone's knowledge. His demeanor was completely top-notch and exquisite. He didn't look anything similar to how he has been for the past six years. He painstakingly dressed up in a fashionable navy blue suit and classic white shirt with well-polished Testoni black shoes. Neatly shaved beards. He had always been good-looking; the only challenge he had was penury. Wealth was oozing from his outlook. Laurent, Emma, Marcel, and Andre all stole frightening glances at him whilst he stood beside Mr. Guillaume in an elated aura. It wa
They have never witnessed a miserable day as such. A few staff had already started recording the incident as Andre and Marcel's confessions were duly videoed as evidence of Raphael's innocence.“What they said was nothing but the truth. We were responsible for his unjust arrest. We teamed up with his ex-colleagues who were gullible enough to betray him. We also worked with the guest who visited the hotel just to accomplish one mission: indict Raphael and have him disgraced,” Mr. Laurent couldn't stare into the faces of Raphael, Mr Guillaume, and the rest of the staff as he gazed downward in profound shame. Mrs Emma held her husband as she couldn't control the rate at which her hands were profusely shaking. “We needed Raphael to divorce our daughter at all costs. We were tired of a penniless son-in-law and had to do all it took to make him lose his job and leave Chloe. We had already chosen a wealthy suitor for her and Raphael was bent on standing in our way," she explicitly expressed
“We're sorry Sir. You didn't deserve such disdainful humiliation for being innocent. We're sorry for not inquiring about what truly occurred that very day,” some of the guests who were still baffled by what had transpired reached out to Raphael with earnest apologies. Raphael inhaled and exhaled deeply in calmness and nodded his head in response to their pleas. He vehemently stared into their faces and beheld sincere beings who regretted not doing the civil endeavors to protect him from schemers. The staff and management in the restaurant all quickly gazed downward in shame. They couldn't afford to stare deep into the eyes of the man they all presumed was poor and did nothing when he was falsely alleged a thief. What could they possibly have done? The atmosphere was still engrossed with the shock of the abrupt revelation of Raphael's wealth. Who could have thought that the once so-called ex-Room service agent would own the same five-star hotel? Does it make sense? Raphael didn't
Mr Laurent sadly fell against the stone floor. His eyes were engrossed with a tinge of sadness and anger. He smirked at the fate of his family and all he could perceive was the worst ever scenario.Laurent Moreau and his wife Emma had managed the hotel for over a decade and have gained prestigious grounds from notable personalities across different provinces in Paris. Suddenly they've lost their jobs through their despised ex-son-in-inlaw?“Dad? Mum? Which Rapahel are you all talking about?” Chloe finally questioned. Since those words fell from her father's mouth she had wished it had better not be what she was thinking about.“Which Raphael! Huh?” she vigorously inquired once again, striving all she could not to lose her mind.“The…” Laurent was about to respond before his wife quickly waved at him to give her the honor of spilling the facts out clearly for their daughter.Mrs. Emma breathed out more mucus from her nostrils and wiped them off with the handkerchief she had with her.“
Laurent dumbfoundedly stared at his wife who in response gazed at Chloe. It pretty much seems like one of those Hollywood film tricks. Mr Leo gotta be kidding so they presumed in their hearts.The senior butler gently ambled from the flashy whip and parted the back seat door open for the man who was about to place Moreau's family where they right belonged.Raphael majestically leaned towards the car door and calmly thudded his right foot against the stone floor. He quickly wore his sunglasses well befitting with his choice of attire that very day.He intentionally cleared up his throat in contempt and pulled forth his other foot at where it should be. His chest swiftly out, his shoulders slightly up before he sauntered towards his ex-family in-laws' presence.Chloe uncontrollably had her mouth widened right from the moment she set her alluring eyes on Raphael. The same man whom she dumped and chose his younger stepbrother instead. Pathetic!The words from her parents were vehemently b
“In the course of the investigation, the president of France and other ambassadors from five South American countries got involved when they learned the esteemed Grand Lord, Raphael Gauthier, was also in the contest with The Ultimate Branded Champagne.”“I’m here to announce to y'all that we've acquired implicating evidence that over the last half a decade, Alexandre Petit has continually connived with twenty high-ranked staff of the European Winery Exhibition Contest to condemn justice and fairness, which has made him the winner in consecutive occasions!”The crowd slammed their voices in anger as they booed at Alexandre Petit with disdainful tongues.“In this year's edition, he had an accomplice by the name of Lucas Moreau, months back in agreement, they attempted to assassinate Raphael Gauthier and his stepbrother, Hugo Lambert. We have all the evidence and there's no hiding and running for them.Immediately his voice echoed. Multiple police officers who had strategically positione
THREE MONTHS ON… “Distinguished Ladies and Gentlemen, it's an honor to have y'all in attendance for over two hours at the European Winery Exhibition Contest, the world's most rated Winery contest ever to breathe!” The host exclaimed in profound esteem The crowd responded in a shriek of happiness and coherence. It was indeed an honor to be invited, and I would always go down memory lane. “This year’s edition has been for over one month and today being the final, y'all stayed till the last month when the winner would be announced!” “Today’s event commenced in four, the semi-finals, and down to two finalists: The Ultimate Branded Champagne and The Lion Winery Industries. Thank you for staying till when it mattered most!” Jubilation entrapped the distinguished guests as they shone their teeth in profound excitement. They couldn't wait to see who would go home with the esteemed prize of the decade. In great attendance were Raphael and Celine with a group of devoted supporters; t
“I don't care if I die the next minute or get arrested and pay for my crimes. As long as I divulge what has been hidden for decades, then my part has been done,” Hugo mouthed with a short gasp breath, his face gripped with sweat as he held onto his step-older brother.All along, Raphael had presumed his younger stepbrother was bluffing about having information to spill. It seemed like he had finally gotten his attention.“Really? You got any information?” his brows raised in keenness.Agathe waved at the medical personnel who sheepishly departed from the room. They had already overstayed. It's family time!“Yes, I do, dear brother…”“I know none of my words would change the past and the evil I've done to you, which led to the death of your mother, banishment, and many others, including sleeping with your ex-wife,” he spilled those hard words out. And once again, the ugly past flashed before Raphael’s face.Agathe strode towards him and patted his shoulder; she understood how painful i
For the greater good of his power and what it believes in, Hugo Lambert should be saved by his older stepbrother despite the pains he has inflicted. GrandLord Raphael Gauthier, in a state of pain and anger, understood that and had to do the needful.‘Hugo you've fought so hard against death. Time to come back to us,’ GrandLord Raphael Gauthier communioned with the deteriorated state of Hugo Lambert.He believed he could hear his words. One of the containers had a well-prepared honey with herbal ointment in it as his inner power whispered what he should do.Agathe Lambert muttered a thousand prayers in her heart as her hands shook in fear. She might not be a great fan of Hugo from inception but she wouldn't want him dead either. The medical personnel stood in disorientation as they beheld the unprecedented movie being played before their eyes.GrandLord Raphael Gauthier signaled Agathe Lambert, who assisted in slightly opening Hugo's mouth to enable him to pour the herbal medicine insi
Agathe Lambert was struck in a state of slight confusion and vibrantness. She quickly strode towards where Hugo Lambert had laid for over a week as his health deteriorated. The medical renowned doctors followed behind to witness what would unfold sooner.It wasn't a pretense that the medical experts had little or no hope of what the GrandLord could do differently. They engaged in indistinct communication amongst themselves while their faces were etched with doubts, disbelief, and slight confusion.Grand Lord Raphael Gauthier stood face to face before his stepbrother. He exhaled deeply with his eyes intentionally closed while he trailed his oil-soaked right finger on his chest towards his abdomen back to his chest and throat.Agathe Lambert instantly wondered what Raphael's right finger was doing on Hugo's chest. She somewhat feared that he might want to avenge what happened to his late mother. The medical personnel maintained their indistinct conversations with their heads and eye gou
She knew GrandLord Raphael Gauthier was quite an intentional human and wouldn't mouth those unexpected words if he didn't mean them. Nonetheless, she couldn't control how astonished she seemed.For a moment she gave up on GrandLord Raphael Gauthier ever believing her about Hugo Lambert or what he had to tell him. She believed the past ugly incident would cloud his judgment on believing her.“The more time we waste the less chance he has to survive the poison,” GrandLord Raphael Gauthier quickly spoke out.He promptly offered Agathe Lambert his right hand as an aid to lift herself off the ground. He went ahead and offered her a white handkerchief to wipe off her tears while she made efforts to stand.The driver had his mouth slightly opened at how he thought he'd soon head back to the mansion or the office. However, his boss had other plans for the day.“Why the sudden change of heart? I could swear you would have zoomed off without looking back,” Agathe Lambert hinted as her eyes popp
He tutted his lips even more in disagreement and displeasure with his lips curved in disbelief and contempt. He shook his head more often while anticipating what Agathe Lambert would say next.She wasn't making any single sense with her words about Hugo Lambert's poisoned state and his request to speak with him. Agathe Lambert temporarily went speechless while glancing at him and other gatekeepers who could grasp the building conversations.“Drop this trick to get me to heal him 'cause that's not happening. He caused the death of my mother. You wasted your time in making me come over,” GrandLord Raphael Gauthier blurted out while taking a step backward.He felt there were no more words left unsaid with his younger step-sister and got to head back to the mansion or, better still, see how Pierre was handling business in his absence.It was better than being at the wrong time at the wrongest time. Driving from the mansion on Agathe Lambert's request seemed like a waste of time.“Good day
“Several medical professionals have conducted several diagnoses, but he's none responsive to their treatments,” Agathe Lambert, after a few moments, uttered more words to establish clarity.She had anticipated to bark at her immediately when she uttered the last words or even an immediate response which he didn't. Hence, she had to delve back to words that would build stamina to whatever his thought organs were entertaining.GrandLord Raphael Gauthier intentionally kept mute and steadily set his sight on her believing she got more words unspilled. His eyebrows were raised more with his two hands placed across his waist while trying to make sense of where Agathe Lambert was driving.“Hugo?” he somewhat mouthed with his eyes blinking. “Poisoned?” His last words followed with a question. “By who?” GrandLord Raphael Gauthier promptly inquired with a somewhat calmer tone. “When?” he went further in striding towards the path of questions.Questions engrossed in inquiries which was all Grand
GrandLord Raphael Gauthier hastily mouthed with his eyebrows raised in building annoyance. He kept his sight steadily on Agathe Lambert striving to make meaning to her last statement. He knew she wasn't joking but needed a form of clarity in her speech.Agathe Lambert vividly remembered all that transpired between Grandlord Raphael Gauthier and Hugo and should be the last person to make such statements when the GrandLord is concerned.Agathe Lambert was somewhat confused about what to respond with as her gaze quickly dropped off. She reactively took two steps backward in perplexed thoughts. GrandLord Raphael Gauthier was swift enough to understand his younger step-sister's last action. He positioned his hand in an akimbo posture while still glaring at her.“I left my mansion for Hugo? That betrayer? You're kidding huh?” GrandLord Raphael Gauthier mouthed once more but his voice heightened this time.Still maintaining his body posture, he took one step forward in search of a response f