The Revenge of Invincible Heir

Chapter 2

The next day, Melvis woke up with pain radiating throughout his body. He remembered the incident from the last time. Melvis sat up, holding his dizzy head. He felt upset and sad, all mixed up thinking about Liona.

Suddenly his old cell phone rang, and he saw his boss's name listed as the caller. Melvis was shocked, and ignoring the pain all over his body, he got up and went to work without changing his clothes or showering.

At an elite housing estate, Melvis limped as he carried a large package to house number 901. The rich people in this neighborhood were rarely seen shopping. They are too busy to have time to buy the things they need even though the supermarket is only five minutes away.

As Melvis was delivering the package and waiting for the receipt at security, he heard a crash from the parking lot near the building he was returning to. He was distracted and looked toward the exit, where Melvis was stunned to see his motorcycle being pushed by a luxury car. He saw his favorite bike, which had been in and out of the repair shop many times, crumbling. Melvis frowned. He realized Charles was behind the wheel of the luxury car.

"My bike ...." Melvis ran to check his bike. He was devastated to see the only motorcycle he used to make a living destroyed. But Melvis was even more upset because the person behind the car could be heard laughing.

Someone got out of the car. Melvis' pupils dilated. He really hated the person in the vehicle. They had only met a few hours ago, and even the remnants of pain all over his body were still felt.

Meanwhile, Charles got out with an annoyed grin. The rich man first saw the body of his car, then he laughed at the wrecked motorcycle he had deliberately hit. Then he looked at the courier, whose face was half covered by a mask.

"Rancid bastard!" Melvis swore a little. Charles didn't listen to Melvis' swearing. Charles, who was half annoyed, immediately got into his car again and hit Melvis' motorcycle repeatedly until it was crushed part by part.

Melvis clenched his fist. He could have picked up the scrap metal in the trash and smashed Charles' head until it broke like he did on his motorcycle.

"This piece of junk is going to wreck my car! Who was the fool who parked the scrap metal in the parking lot?" Charles got out of his luxury car after crushing Melvis' motorcycle.

"You crashed your car on purpose. I saw you do it! You have to replace this ...." Melvis insisted. The people around looked at him with strange, condescending gazes. A package delivery man and a rich man. Of course, the one who got the favor was the rich one.

"You call that junk a motorcycle? Listen to me, bum. It's just scrap metal being assembled. There's a lot of it in the scrapyard at my house. You can take whatever you want. I don't think Liona would mind me doing a favor for her poor, pathetic ex-lover either." Lightly, Charles told Melvis with a laugh. The man with slicked-back hair looked at Melvis with a pitying gaze. But the look on his face was condescending to Melvis. He even threw his used cigarette butt on the scraps.

Melvis grabbed Charles by the collar and threatened them. "You have to change my bike. You know I don't have anything I can risk? You did this on purpose. You really should be taught a lesson!"

Melvis was completely blinded with rage while the people from the wealthy estate just watched. One had even called security to come to the scene immediately.

"Oh yeah? How strong are you? You seem to have forgotten who I am, Melvis. I am the one who easily took Liona away from you with just a smile. I can also get rid of you with a single action that can make you regret what you did to me today for the rest of your life. I'm Charles and I'm a rich man. I have everything and a poor man like you can never win me over!"

Charles shook off Melvis' hand that was clutching his collar. Charles knew that Melvis was just bullying him. He had always been feared by people because of his inheritance.

"You may feel that you are the most powerful but you will see. You will regret everything you do, Charles." Melvis warned. His broken heart made Melvis almost lose control.

Charles smiled wryly. "You poor thing, you read too many fairy tales in storybooks to kill your sadness because you're a loser. Look, I don't regret anything I did and I'll keep living like this forever. Not even God can stop me if I want to kill you now."

Charles grinned after saying that big talk. He realized his words did sound like bullshit. Charles opened his suit slightly, showing Melvis the firearm in the pocket after his claim. "Ehem!" Charles cleared his throat loudly as he lifted his jacket slightly.

Melvis followed the direction of Charles' gaze. Damn. This rich guy had a gun under his suit. Melvis clearly saw the shiny black bulge of Charles' gun, which was very intimidating.

"Why? Are you afraid? Are you afraid your head will explode right now, Melvis?" Charles walked over. Melvis paused momentarily. He couldn't move rashly to face the man in front of him.

Charles looked satisfied at the look of fear on Melvis' face. He tried to hold back his laughter. Because in his eyes now, Melvis was like a fool that he managed to trick.

Charles spat on the ground. "Now you know who's in charge here, right?" Charles chuckled in satisfaction. He deserved to be respected and feared.

Charles always carried his homemade firearm without a bullet in it. He often used the illegally assembled object to scare people he didn't like. This included Melvis, who he considered pathetic and annoyed him greatly. This man had been with Liona, leaving his pride a little hurt.

People stared at them. No one cared about Melvis, who could die in a few seconds because Charles was pointing a gun at him. Charles was enjoying this moment. He could do anything, and no one could hold him back because he was a rich man's son.

A noise was heard, and suddenly a mansion opened its door. Liona found Charles standing not far from the estate given to Charles. Liona was happy at first, but she turned upset instantly because someone she knew very well was standing not far from Charles.

Liona walked up to Charles slowly because of her high heels. She had never worn heels higher than five centimeters before. Since she managed to get Charles to be her lover, Liona also tried to adjust her grooming.

"Honey! What are you doing with this freak?" Liona came up to Charles while hugging his arm. The evil couple looked at the silent Melvis.

"He was blocking my car, so I just hit him." Charles replied lightly. He felt triumphant when he saw Melvis' helplessness.

Liona and Melvis' eyes accidentally met. Liona immediately looked away. She unintentionally looked at the wrecked motorcycle that reminded her of Melvis and spoke curtly, "You're really good, dear. Such useless garbage should be removed on earth. Maybe someone needs to make a dump into the Black Hole."

Liona's mood instantly turned sour as Melvis dropped into her mind. She remembered those miserable times. Liona had been forced to ride a motorcycle as ugly as the one Charles had hit and endured embarrassment.

"Besides, that old motorcycle is not worth it. That piece of junk must have been polluting the city's air all along. Yikes!" Liona insulted right before Melvis, throwing a spoiled smile at Charles.

There was a pain in Melvis' chest when he heard Liona insult him again. Back then, when they were just dating, Liona flattered him by saying she didn't mind living in poverty and riding Melvis' motorcycle. Now, his ex-girlfriend was like a stranger she didn't recognize.

A blonde woman observed Melvis closely. "Isn't he your ex-boyfriend, Li?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Anne. Liona wouldn't be dating this sewer-smelling man!" Charles argued. He didn't want the perfection he showed to be flawed because of his current lover's past.

"I don't know this beggar. You can't just talk, Anne!" Liona felt offended, as if she was insulted by Anne's words.

Liona's friend Anne looked at Melvis intently. She remembered that Melvis and Liona were lovers. Anne had seen them so close at the beginning of the new semester. But in week seven, she never saw this man beside Liona again.

"Li, I am indeed your former lover. Do you remember our conversation on that rainy Christmas Eve? You said you vowed to be with me forever. Liona, think again...."

Melvis spoke softly. She looked at Liona, who was clinging to Charles' arm. He still wanted Liona to return to him even though he realized that she had dumped him and had an affair for a long time.

Liona had been caught off guard. She immediately sneered at Melvis viciously. "Now, I can't take it anymore Melvis. You owe me for your flat and I'm always living rough with cheap clothes."

"I promise our lives will get better, Liona."

"Where? You don't have any money now. No need to play the rich guy, Melvis. Forget about all my talk. You can't even prove when you can make me happy. I've been miserable living with you. You're just a nuisance."

"You heard it yourself, right, why Liona chose me over you? Because you're a loser. Keep this in your memory, poor Melvis."

Charles and Liona looked at each other. Their eyes burned as they mocked Charles. "If you choose to be with her, dear. I'll make sure you starve every day and you'll only wear the same clothes for ten years."

"Ouh... How miserable my life would be if I were with a poor man. I'd rather die. If I starve, he'll definitely take me begging at the station." Liona was exaggerating.

Charles laughed at their wicked joke. Only Anne disapproved of their condescending treatment. Anne chose to stay away. "You two are too much," she muttered in a low voice.

"Why... why are you being so mean to me, Liona? You know, I still love you very much. Didn't you promise me that no matter what happens, we'll always be together?" Melvis tried to have a heart-to-heart talk and ignored all the taunts and insults that made him hurt.

"To hell with love. What have you been able to give Liona? I gave her a luxury apartment, and I gave her expensive clothes. I paid all her salon bills. I'll even take her around the world. What did you give her, huh?!" Charles challenged Melvis. He was confident in his money, and Melvis was penniless with his pathetic odd jobs.

"Do you have a private jet? Your own yacht and island? Do you have ninety percent of the money in the local bank? What do you have but this ugly motorcycle!" Charles kicked the frame of Melvis' motorcycle again, which he had destroyed.

Again Charles, pleased with Melvis' expression, unintentionally exaggerated his words. He was thinking of his friend's private jet that belonged to the old money. He didn't have any of that. He did ride it but no more than his rich friend.

"I gave it all to him. Everything I have." Melvis said confidently. Melvis remembered how hard he worked to provide for Liona. He had to work two to three jobs every day. Even on weekends, he was desperate to take on two additional odd jobs.

Charles spat on the ground, right in front of Melvis' feet. "And all that you have, do you think Liona has enough?"

"No, dear. We'd better get going. Why talk to this poor man? He'll infect we with his poverty. How horrible!"

Liona led Charles away. Melvis growled at the sight of the two people who made his heartache. He swore in his heart that he would get back at them both. But what could she do? Melvis was desperate.

Because his motorcycle was broken, Melvis tried to contact his boss with a heavy heart. The man deliberately ignored several calls until the third call was answered.

"Are you crazy or something?" the boss shouted angrily. "Why are you bothering me so much? It's still working hours!" he snapped.

Melvis sighed, "I just had an accident. My motocycle is broken and can't be used boss, can I ask for a day off today...?" Melvis hesitated to say that. But he didn't want to just lose his job.

"So what, you think because you've had a misfortune you can ignore your responsibilities? Get back to work and stop bothering me!" snapped the boss. He already had a headache taking care of other work.

Melvis paused after getting a jolt from his boss, "Mr. Albort, I can't continue my delivery duties today because my vehicle is crashed. Can I request a leave of absence for a while until I can get a replacement for my vehicle?" Melvis ventured again.

"What did you say? Leave? Yes please leave for good! Go back to the office to return the client's belongings and collect your remaining severance pay!"

"Does this mean I'm fired sir?" Melvis responded with quick words, his heartbeat quickening as he heard his boss' words.

The call died instantly. The notoriously grumpy boss of Courier Express coldly fired Melvis, who had been working there for a year. The man didn't even want to hear any reason from Melvis and simply switched off the call.

Melvis sat in the garden. Melvis held his head while thinking hard. How did he get a job with a bicycle? His thoughts were now raging. He kept his head down, supporting his head with both hands.

"Wipe the sadness off your face."

An old man gave Melvis his handkerchief. Melvis took it hesitantly. The old man sat down next to him. Melvis was suddenly wary.

"Don't be afraid of me," the old man said.

"I'm not afraid of an old man like you. In terms of power, I would win if we fought." Melvis expressed his thoughts that were completely messed up at that moment. After all, what was there to worry about from the old man who reprimanded him? Melvis deliberately relaxed his guard.

The old grandfather laughed. "You seem to be in a lot of pain. Is life so hard on you?"

The old man's words made Melvis smile. "That's so. But I'm fine."

"Ah... I haven't felt this feeling for a long time. The feeling of happiness when I found him."

Melvis frowned. The old grandfather was not connecting at all. He was speaking something Melvis didn't understand.

"It's been a long time. I thought I'd lost him for good. When I realized that he was gone, I regretted it. But I couldn't do anything about it because his stubbornness wasn't much different from mine."

"What a freak. What is he talking about? Is he an old man who's lost his mind? No, he's not. His appearance is very classy. He's not a random person. He's a rich man. But why this rich man? Where is this obscure grandfather's nanny?" Melvis spoke silently to himself. He was already feeling very depressed today.

The old grandfather looked at Melvis intently. "All this time I was afraid of death. I was afraid that the wealth I had accumulated would go to waste. Now I'm not afraid anymore. Even if I die now, I'm ready."

"Do you want to kill yourself?" Melvis looked at the road in front of him. The fast passing cars made him suspect the old man beside him was suicidal.

The old man laughed. "No, I'm not. Of course not. I'm not a desperate person. Oh yeah, I forgot to introduce myself to you. My name is Alex Tucker and I know you're Melvis."

Melvis gasped. "Hey, how do you know my name, old man? Are you a stalker or someone Charles ordered to harass me? Listen. I'm not afraid of anyone. Although I'm poor, I can also act if anyone dares to interfere with my life. You'd better leave or I'll have to hurt you."

"Hey, kiddo. I don't know who Charles is. I know you. I've found you, my grandson. You're Melvis Tucker. My grandson who has been lost to me, my people have finally found you. We've finally met. Allow me to repay you for your mistakes, my grandson."

Suddenly, Melvis was dumbfounded. He had difficulty digesting the words of the old grandfather, who seemed unworthy of being called an impostor.