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 sharp eyes zeroed in on Matthew, who gazed back at her with confusion and surprise. She drew closer to him, and once she noticed the injuries all over Matthew's face and body, her expression turned to anger and concern. “What happened here?” The matriarch's voice was icy and sounded like an old but still energetic woman. Spencer's eyes widened, and his smile faltered as he watched the matriarch approach Matthew. ‘Is it true? Is he the Young Master?’. “Mrs. Houston, there seems to have been a misunderstanding. this man is not the—” But the matriarch wasn’t listening to him. She stepped past him and walked directly to Matthew. Her old hands reached out to touch Matthew’s arm, and her face was filled with a deep, maternal worry. Her grandson was back. “My boy, who did this to you?” she asked calmly, although everyone present knew that that was a calm before the storm that would be unleashed on the culprit. Before Matthew could respond, the lawyer stepped forward. “Mrs. Houston, the injuries were a result of the police brutality he suffered earlier in the hands of the Chief of police who has now been fired from his seat. But here, in this hall, Spencer Delacroix added insult to injury.” Mrs. Houston frowned. “I am not familiar with that name,” she said. “I’m Spencer Delacroix, ma'am!” Spencer introduced himself to her with nervousness in his voice. “I’m afraid there has been a slight confusion, ma'am. I didn't mean to — ” Eleanor’s eyes gave the man a quick, condescending once-over, and then she cut off his protests. “You insulted my grandson?” Her voice was low, dangerous. Spencer's throat went dry. And he saw from the corner of his eyes that Wellington had won the bet, he was the one laughing at the look on his face. “Mrs. Houston, I had no idea he was your—” “Ignorance is no excuse!” Wellington interjected coldly. “Besides, I told you many times that he was the Young Master and you chose not to believe it, rather you kept on ridiculing him for his clothes and appearance.” Spencer glanced at Wellington, pleading with him to be quiet. “What names did he call you, grandson?” the matriarch asked Matthew. Hesitating a little, Spencer answered; “He called me a ragamuffin, and an unseasoned hick amongst under names.” A tense silence followed. Spencer gulped. Remaining calm, the matriarch turned her back on Spencer, dismissing him as if he were nothing more than an irritating insect. “Take Matthew to the luxury room,” she instructed her bodyguards. “Call our private doctors immediately. I want him treated by the best and want him in full shape as soon as possible.” The bodyguards all moved quickly to obey her orders. Spencer, now very desperate as he realized he was losing a potential business deal, stepped forward and begged the matriarch. “Mrs. Houston, please, I assure you, this is all a misunderstanding! My intentions—” The matriarch didn’t even bother to look back. “Stay away from me, you rodent!” Spencer stepped back fearfully as some guards warned him with a footstep’s approach. “You come into my home and you insult my son? Your intentions are completely irrelevant, Mr. Delacroix,” she said, her tone final. “For this act of disrespect, the Houston family will never engage in business with the Delacroix family ever again. This partnership is over. Leave my estate.” Spencer's eyes widened in fear and the world crumbled all around him. A cold sweat broke out across his forehead. “No! Mrs. Houston, please! I swear, it wasn’t like that—” “Get him out,” the matriarch ordered her guards as she walked away, heading to the luxury room where the guards were taking Matthew. “Mrs Houston, please! Please forgive me, and give me one more chance! Please!” But there were no second chances. The guards dragged him outside the manor and he struggled out of their grasps. “Okay! Okay!” he grunted, raising his hands in retreat. “Leave,” one of them said. “And never come back here again.” They banged the doors, and sealed Spencer out. Once he entered his car to leave, it didn’t take long for his phone to ring. He nearly jumped out of his skin, fumbling to answer it, knowing who it would be. “Spencer! What have you done?!” his father, Hector Delacroix roared through the phone. “I just got a call from Harold Wellington that our family's partnership with the Houstons has just been canceled! Do you have any idea what you’ve just cost us? The information is spreading like wildfire already! Half of our partners have already pulled out of deals! We’re on the brink of bankruptcy because of you!” Spencer's heart sank, not believing what he was hearing. ‘How did that happen so fast? Is this how influential the Houston family is?’ “Father, I... I didn’t know,” he stammered with a trembling voice. “I didn’t know who he was...” “It’s too late for that!” his father spat. “You’ve already ruined us!”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 of
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 where 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
As the elevator doors are closing, the shock on Darrell’s face is still evident. He turned to face his girlfriend. “Did you hear what that miscreant just said? Chief Edmund has been fired? How?”Ashley blinked a few times, she did not know what to tell him in response. She stepped forward and rubbed his back. “Baby, I don’t think you should pay attention to whatever nonsense he had to say, it’s just a bluff.”Darrell twisted his head, the crease on his forehead indicative of his deep thinking. “But when you think about it, how is he already out? I told them to lock him up there for at least a week, it’s just the next day and he’s already walking around like a free man, how is this even possible?”The question was perplexing for Ashley as well, how had he managed to get out? But she shrugged off her worries, Matthew might have been poor, but he was smart, perhaps he managed to get a free lawyer. “I don’t think it’s anything serious, maybe he got a lawyer.”This made Darrell even more w
Ashley and Darrell were still in the reception waiting. Darrell was growing impatient and had started to pace back and forth, stealing occasional glances at his rolex. Ahsley was seated with her eyes glued on him. “Darrell, you’re making me dizzy with all your moving around.”He took that as a cue to stop. Just then, the secretary was seen by the corner walking up to them with several security guards behind her. Ashley was quickly alerted by this and rose to her feet but Darrell was so worried about his meeting that he was oblivious to the circumstances around them. “Hi please, we’ve been here for over thirty minutes, can you just tell her that Mr Darrell Feerguson is here? We have a meeting scheduled,” he explained. The receptionist averted his gaze and cleared her throat, “that’s exactly what I came here to tell you, the meeting has been canceled.”His eyes widened, “Why? We confirmed this with you weeks ago. FIne, when can we reschedule it to?”“Never.”He blinked twice. “What?”
From the office window, Matthew watched as Darrell and Ashley were kicked out of the building, a satisfactory smug formed in the corner of his lips. Elena cleared her throat. “If you don't mind my asking, what did Mr Darrell Ferguson do to you?”“Let's just say he likes to trample upon people and humiliate them. And I can't work with somebody who belittles others just because he's above them.”Elena nodded, appreciating his philosophy. She'spun around and grabbed a file from her table, retrieving the document that was inside it. “It would be criminal for me not to mention this, the company is currently planning on embarking on a new project, you can call it an investment if you will. It's supposed to be worth about 500 million dollars and we're planning to open a series of tenders so we could get the best competitive pricing.”He didn't know much about what she was talking about, but his rudimentary knowledge in business told him all that he needed to know. “That sounds great.” If
Anderson was growing irritated by the way his friend was getting humiliated. “That’s enough Vito,” he warned. Incessant whispers broke out as people began gossiping about Matthew. He darted his eyes from left to right, observing his environment. Vito folded her arms against her chest and shifted her weight on her feet. “You know, there is a thin line between being optimistic and being delusional, and right now Matthew, you’re using that line like a jump rope.”Her taunts caused most of the people around to burst out laughing once again, now Matthew was starting to get irritated by her presence and he clenched his jaw, nostrils flaring slightly as he took a gentle sip of his drink. “Arguing with small minded people like you is like talking to a brick wall, I won’t waste my effort. One of us is working at the Houston family company, and it’s not you,” he said with his lips curled in a satisfactory smirk. Vito felt insulted and her face turned red, she unfolded her arms and scoffed. “
As soon as the bartender spoke, silence fell upon the crowd as everyone turned their heads to face him, expectancy etched into their faces. Vito, who was already irritated, spoke. “Yes? What do you want?” she spat viciously. He lowered his gaze, sensing that he had just walked into a tense moment. “My apologies for bothering all of you but there is a white ferrari outside and the car is blocking the way, other cars can’t get out. I’m looking for the owner so I can repark it properly,” he said, raising his head to scan the crowd. They all began to share looks with each other, none of them owned a ferrari or even a car half as expensive. “Oh, I’m sorry, it’s mine, I must have been in a hurry to meet my friend while I was parking,” He said and then stood up. The bartender nodded understandingly.Vito was the first to burst out laughing before the rest joined. They laughed so hard that it hurt their stomachs, especially Vito and Sophie who almost lost their balance and had to lean on t