The payback of Jeremy Xavier

6

The park was as noisy as a market a second ago, but now, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All the onlookers were too stunned to speak. They couldn't believe that the poorly dressed man in front of them was actually rich.

"Are they acting in a movie?" someone broke the silence.

What was happening looked like a movie scene, but he quickly dispelled that idea.

Each of the cars in the convoy was worth about ten million dollars.

Moreover, they had run the red lights all the way here, which was an offense. Ordinary people didn't dare to do that, fearing they would be arrested by the police.

It was obvious that these people didn't give a damn about the traffic signals or the punishment for flouting them.

All these pointed to one thing: this young man must be very important and wealthy. The onlooker put two and two together.

Now, Jeremy was a little worried and shy.

He had thought Stefan was going to come here in a low-key manner. He didn't expect him to bring this big convoy.

The grand display made him feel very uneasy. He was used to living an ordinary life.

It didn't take long for Stefan to notice his uneasiness. "Mr. Whitmore, please, let's get in the car and have a talk," he suggested in a low voice.

"Okay," Jeremy quickly agreed. He got into one of the Rolls-Royce cars with Stefan.

As soon as the door closed, Jeremy let out a sigh; he was finally out of sight from the onlookers.

'Jeez! How do celebrities and rich people cope? It's so tiring to be at the center of attention. This is my first time experiencing such, but I already know it's not for me. No, no!' he thought to himself.

"Mr. Whitmore, we had to rush down here so you wouldn't have to wait for too long. I asked the other directors to go to Paris," Stefan explained.

The Whitmore family had a lot of properties spread across the city.

Jeremy nodded at his words. A tangle of thoughts was in his head. All this information was too much for his brain to process at once. What the hell were they talking about?

He would have asked his parents or family whether everything he was told was true. However, Jeremy was told that his parents had died when he was young, and thus, he had ended up in an orphanage.

A family later came to adopt Jeremy, but they did nothing but torture and hurt him, always reminding him that he was adopted.

When the punishment became too much, he took to his heels and ran away from the home without looking back.

“Mr. Whitmore, you look so messy. We will get you a room here so you can rest and recover.”

Jeremy nodded.

“We will lodge you in one of your family’s houses so you can rest before we take you to you to see Miss Zella."

Jeremy tilted his head, “Miss Zella? Who is she?” he asked curiously.

“She is...our boss. She will answer all your questions.”

Jeremy nodded without any questions. He really needed a rest, anyway.

The car started to drive steadily on the road.

Shortly after, they arrived at the city's capital. The building was the most magnificent in that area.The streetlights and the bright lights from the hotel lit up the entire environment.

The drive lasted about thirty minutes. On the way, Stefan revealed that the hotel was one of the Whitmore family's properties. And now, it might be Jeremy's.

This made him realize that this family was wealthier than he had imagined. It became clear to him why his family was one of the top players that controlled the world's economy—they had profitable assets here and there.

As they stepped out, several sleek black cars pulled up, and sharply dressed men got out, bowing to him. Jeremy glanced around, feeling embarrassed.

Following Stefan into the hotel, he froze, clearly, overwhelmed by the crystal chandeliers and marble floors. This was clearly a world he didn’t belong to.

The Whitmore Hotel was one of the most luxurious five-star hotels in the world. And that was where Stefan wanted him to settle before he met whoever Miss Zella was.

But as soon as Jeremy and Stefan were about to walk in, Stefan's phone rang. He signaled to Jeremy to walk in and order the booking of the room, stepping to a corner to take what must have been an important call.

When Jeremy walked on the hotel’s red carpet, he looked around and was shocked by how splendid and luxurious the decor was.

He had never set foot in a place as high-end as a five-star hotel, and he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable to be there.

Furthermore, his tattered clothes were in stark contrast with the hotel.

"Welcome to The Whitmore Hotel," two attendants smiled professionally before they even set their eyes on whoever was coming in.

He took each step with caution, worried that his shoes might stain the hotel’s high-end red carpet.

“Hold it! This is a high-end hotel. Beggars aren’t allowed to enter! Shoo! Beg somewhere else!”

A woman around 27 or 28, dressed in a supervisor’s uniform, approached.

“Get out of here, you miserable beggar!” the supervisor yelled, stopping just short of shoving him out.

Jeremy already felt ashamed of himself, to begin with, and his face turned red as soon as the supervisor scolded him. How he wished he could just burrow into a hole in the ground!

“Do you have any idea who you’re speaking to?” Stefan, who was done with his call, immediately understood what had happened and growled at them with his face turned cold.

His voice was cold, commanding and laced with authority, “This man is the heir to this management, and I’ll make sure I teach you both a lesson. I will ensure that you are both dismissed and your IDs revoked, so no one will give you a job in this country.” Stefan’s said in a cold and final tone.

Jeremy couldn't help but look at him in surprise, thinking he had gone too far. This was not the first time he had been looked down upon, and mostly, he had just learned to brush it off.

He slowly walked toward him in shock and whispered into his ears, “Isn't this a little extreme?”

“Young Master, I don't think...”

“Revoking their IDs is a little extreme,” he interrupted calmly. “It's totally fine.” Jeremy begged on their behalf.

He knows quite well that having their IDs revoked would mean them relocating to another country which is equalvalent their lives been doomed. He has a good heart and no matter how they step on him, he would never wish for such a fate to anyone.

At this point, the manager came rushing with his head bowed in fear as soon as he learnt of what the girls had done.

Stefan sighed, “My young master has decided to forgive you, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t both fired. I want you to leave this office premises and never come back.”

“We are so sorry for any inconvenience caused, Mr. Wolf. We will punish them accordingly, sir,” the manager said, trembling.

With the way the manager Mentioned his name, it was quite clear that they knew who Stefan was and his authority which was undeniable....

The girls trembled in shock, feeling extremely grateful to Jeremy. Even though the Whitmore suite is one of the highest-paying jobs in the world, they were still grateful their IDs weren't revoked. “Thank you so much for your kindness, young master. We promise never to do something like this again,” the girls said in chorus.

The manager gulped before adding, “The two VIP rooms are ready. Miss Zella is also waiting in the third VIP room.”

Jeremy gulped. Miss Zella? The one whom Stefan had told him would tell him about his history?

A look of surprise flashed on Stefan’s face. “She is here?”

“Yes, Mr. Wolf! She is waiting on the fourth floor,” the manager answered with his head bowed in respect.

Jeremy couldn't help but ponder over what had just happened to him. Wasn’t he meant to see Miss Zella tomorrow? What was she doing here in the suite? Miss Zella was impatient, and so was he.

In a few hours, he was going to find out his real identity through whosoever this miss Zella was