“So because you are the manager of some family business then you think you can mock me?” Matthew asked with a voice that even though was calm, carried his frustration of everything he had been through today.
“Ah, so the hick can talk, hm?” Spencer Delacroix mocked, a shark-like grin on his face. “You should learn to watch your mouth. My family is very powerful. We even have deep ties with the Houston family, which is even why I'm here; to discuss business and cooperation. But instead, I have to endure the presence of a beggar like you, sullying this reception hall with your rags.” “You are the one who should learn to watch his mouth,” Wellington said with a stern voice. “The Delacroix family is a small enterprise, your family is barely worth half of the Houston family’s wealth. The matriarch of the family hasn’t even granted you an audience, and yet you dare to humiliate the young master of the Houston family?” Spencer's eyes widened with amusement and he glanced at Matthew, who was still fuming with silent anger. Suddenly, he burst into laughter, pointing at Matthew and mocking him. “The Young Master of the Houston family?” he repeated mockingly. “What kind of joke is that? It’s well-known that there is no heir to the Houston fortune. So, tell me, where would a beggar like him come from?” “Stop calling me a beggar!” Matthew warned, fists still clenched. “Everything I own, I got it through my own hard work!” Spencer looked at him with an unimpressed smile that broke into a louder laughter. When he was done laughing, he snapped his fingers and pointed directly at Matthew. “Guards, get this worthless piece of trash out of the Houstons’ property!” The guards glanced at each other and refused to move. They recognized Harold Wellington, and they knew he was the family lawyer, which meant he represented more power than Spencer Delacroix. “You should think very carefully before you act, Spencer Delacroix,” the lawyer said coldly. “No one, not even you, would dare offend the Houston family like this.” “Hah!” Spencer laughed. “Why do you keep saying that? This pauper is not a member of the Houston family and you're defending him? When exactly did you start bringing ragamuffins off the street into the illustrious walls of the Houston Manor? Do you know what the matriarch would do to you, and to him?” A smile appeared on Wellington’s face. “So you think you are in the matriarch’s favor? She has never even regarded your presence before, she doesn't know who you are, and she doesn't care about your family. You think you have her favor more than me, her own personal lawyer? Or Micheal, her only grandson and one true heir to the Houston Empire? You are a pretentious fool treading on waters you do not comprehend!” Spencer laughed nervously, but his thoughts were swirling turbulently in his mind. ‘Could he really be the Young Master? The heir that has been missing for so long? No! No! It can't be! Look at him. No heir wears such horrible rags as clothes. He's just a mere riffraff!’ “I don't know what your game is here, Mr. Wellington,” he responded to the powerful lawyer. “You pick a smelly, beaten up beggar from the dumps and bring him into this exclusive place! Then you have the audacity to call him the Young Master! That is disrespectful to the matriarch and her family's name. You will get fired for this, and I can't wait to see the look on your face when she does it!” “Very well then,” Wellington said with an icy voice. “When the matriarch arrives, we will see whose face will be laughed at — mine or yours. But don't say you weren't warned, Spencer Delacroix. The matriarch’s punishment is very swift.” Wellington paused, listening to the sound of a car arriving outside. “In fact, I think that is her right now.” Spencer's sneer wavered for a fraction of a second, his eyes showing how anxious he was. But the Delacroix head manager had a big ego and his pride was even larger. He didn't back down and opened his mouth to retort once more, but before he could say a word, the grand doors of the manor swung open with a booming echo that silenced everyone in the hall. Every head turned as two teams of bodyguards in striking black and gold suit uniforms marched into the room. Their boots pounded on the ground with a dum… dum… dum as they marched in. Soon, anticipation filled the air. Matthew glanced at Wellington, who smiled and nodded assuringly. Still, he was confused as to what was happening. Suddenly, all the bodyguards arranged themselves in lined formations, slammed their feet in attention and their right hands on their forehead, fingers straight and firm. Then, they all chorused; “Welcome home, Young Master!” Spencer Delacroix's face went ashen and the blood drained immediately from his features as he realized the situation had just crashed down on him. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, but he was suddenly unable to form words. Few moments ago he had a confident smirk on his face, and now, dawning horror was plastered all over it. ‘It can't be possible!’ he thought. ‘Him?! The Young Master? The heir? I just insulted and ridiculed the heir of the Houston family!’ Matthew, who had not even finished processing the enormity of the day’s events, gaped at the bodyguards in disbelief. ‘Is all this for me?’ he asked himself. His heart pounded in his chest as he slowly began to grasp the full weight of his true identity. This wasn't just some random wealthy family he was a part of, this truly was a powerful empire, something to be taken seriously. Spencer stumbled backward, his bravado utterly shattered, and as he did, he saw the faint, dangerous smile tugging at the corners of the lawyer’s mouth. ‘Maybe the bodyguards are misinformed! Yes! The matriarch hasn't approved of him yet! He's still just street trash!’ “Are you satisfied now, Mr. Delacroix?” Wellington asked him. Spencer shook his head. “This doesn't mean anything. He's still street scum until the matriarch comes and approves of him herself!” Suddenly, the doors swung open once again, pushed by two more polished guards, and an aged woman — in her elegance — stepped into the reception hall. Wellington smiled. “Speak of the devil.”The presence of the matriarch commanded the utmost respect. She hadn't even said a word, and yet an aura oozed out of her as she walked into the reception hall. She was dressed in an elegant but understated suit, and she walked royally as though she was twenty years younger. Her hair was silver and had been impeccably styled and packed behind her head. The bodyguards that had opened the door for her walked dauntlessly by her sides and scanned the room with their military eyes. Spencer Delacroix gulped. But realizing that this was the woman he needed to impress, he did not waste any time, he rushed forward eagerly, walking past Wellington and Matthew, desperate to make a good impression despite the earlier fiasco. “Mrs Houston!” he said with a big smile. “It’s an honor to see you! I am Spenc—” But the old lady didn’t so much as glance in his direction. It was almost like he wasn't even there, like his presence was meaningless compared to the grandness of the matriarch. Her shar
Inside the Delacroix family’s corporate office, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Spencer Delacroix stood in front of his father in his office, heart pounding, knowing how strict his father was and how much he'd fucked up.Across the large mahogany desk, Edgar Delacroix was glaring at his son with disappointment and anger. A slim, shrewd man in a suit was standing beside him, he was John Lockhart, their family lawyer, and in his hand was a file.“Father, I’m so sorry,” Spencer begged. “I did not realize wh—”“Shut up, Spencer!” Edgar roared. “Shut up and listen to Mr. Lockhart and what he has to say. You must realize the consequences of what you have done. He will list all the names of the powerful families that have severed their ties with the Delacroix business — our business!”Spencer's heart dropped.“Go ahead, Mr. Lockhart.”The shrewd lawyer turned over a page on the file. “The Valences, the Turners, the Maronis, the Carters, the Davidsons, and the Wests,” the lawyer announ
“Mrs Houston, I can't… I can't accept this amount of money. It's too much,” Matthew stuttered, too dumbfounded to take the card. The old lady chuckled softly, but her face still held seriousness in it. “Listen to me, Matthew. It’s understandable to feel overwhelmed. But as the heir to the Houston Empire, you have taken over a burden of responsibility. It’s important that you learn to spend your wealth, but spend it wisely. Money is a tool—a powerful one—and as a Houson, it’s essential that you use it. Secure not only your future but also the future of our family and our Empire.” She gave him the card and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “This money represents the hard work and sacrifices of our family, even more than that, it represents the struggle we went through in our search for you. It’s your responsibility to honor that legacy, and with time, you’ll learn how to spend, invest, and grow this fortune. But for now, take it one step at a time. Accept this gift with peace
Matthew was surprised to see them standing behind him, he looked at Darrell, anger bubbling within his chest, and then at Ashley. He never thought the day would come when he would look her in the eyes and feel nothing but disgust.The look on Darrell’s face mirrored that of Ashley's, they were both wondering what a common car washer like Matthew would be doing in a fine establishment like this. Darrell quickly concluded that perhaps he was here to apply for a new job as a cleaner or maybe even a carwasher and so he stuck his hand in his pocket and scoffed, shaking his head lightly.Matthew stepped forward. “What are you two doing here?” he asked.Darrell scrunched his face in disgust as he glared at Matthew, looking him head to toe like he was a church rat. “I should be the one asking you, last I checked, they don’t hire low lives like you around here.”Ashley held on to Darrell tighter with a sense of pride and she adjusted. “If you must know, my boyfriend is so influential, he’s her
Ashley was the first to react, she gasped, covering her mouth with her hands as her eyes grew wide, the last thing she expected was for Matthew to talk to Darrell like that. Darrell tightened his teeth, visibly angered, his face was turning red.He balled his fists by his sides, ready to walk over to Matthew and beat him to a pulp but as he proceeded to move forward, Ashley grabbed him by the arm, holding him back. If he caused a scene here, it might just give him a bad name in front of his potential business partners.What would they think of him if he was fighting outside with a pauper? Surely that would be bad for his reputation. Plus, he had heard tales of the powerful no-nonsense matriarch, if he did anything to cross her, he would be done for,He cleared his throat. “Matthew or whatever your name is, I will surely deal with you later.”“I’d like to see you try,” Matthew spat and then turned around, walking away from them. Ashley stood there in shock, wondering what had gotten in
“He wants to see me?” Elena asked.The secretary nodded.“Well I’m busy now, tell him to wait for me a bit.”The secretary nodded politely and backed away from the door, shutting it gently behind her.That name rang a bell in Matthew’s head and he raised his head, a crease forming between his brows. “Ferguson…” he said the words out loud, testing the name on his lips.Elena nodded. “Yes, we’ve had dealings with them in the past, and I’m sure he’s here to discuss business,” she said, mindlessly sorting through the documents before her.“Discuss business? What kind of business?” he pressed on.Sensing the seriousness in his tone, Elena paused and straightened her back. “Well, we have been running business deals with the Ferguson’s for a while. Truth is, they offer us little to nothing, they’re more or less dependent on us, the only thing we gain is the publicity that comes from our projects together, big names get people talking you know.”“So you’re saying we don’t need to do business
Ashley got on her feet, swatting the dust off her skirt. In all her years of dating Matthew, she had never been embarrassed to this point. They were practically picked up and thrown on the streets like garbage.There was a low buzzing sound, and it was Darrell's phone ringing. He reached into his pocket and slipped it out, his heart skipping a beat when he saw the caller ID. It was his father.“Hello, dad? You're just the person I wanted to call, something crazy just happened right now.”“Yes I know, my secretary just told me that the Houston's don't want to ever work with us again and have canceled all affiliations.”Darrell nodded even though he was on a call and his father couldn't physically see him. “I don't know what happened-”He was interjected by his father who sounded visibly pissed. “If you don't do something to fix it, You're going to regret the day you were born! Do you know how important the Houstons are to our company?!”The call ended before he could even say anything
The line went silent as Matthew contemplated Anderson's invitation, maybe this would be a good avenue for him to tell his best friend all that was going on in his life.“Sure, I'll meet you there, just send me the time.”With that to call ended. Shortly after he received a text about the time for the meeting.With nothing else to do, Matthew continued his tour of the company building and then familiarized himself with some of the staff around.Since he had the map there was no way that he could get lost in the enormous structure.****Since all of Matthew's clothes were old and tattered, he stepped into a clothing store and used his black card to purchase some new t-shirts and trousers as well as shoes. He had multiple shopping bags with him by the time he returned home.His grandmother was the first person to see him, and her lips twisted into a bright smile when she saw him with the clothes that he bought.“I am glad you went shopping, you're officially a Houston now and it is impor