Unearthing Gems from the Trash Heap

You again, Mr. Waiter?

"You need one and I'm not taking no for an answer." He heard his dad say, but this time he only nodded, as he reasoned his thought.

Darren raised his head with a questioning gaze. "Where will I be staying?"

Seeing the question as normal, Jason didn't waste time replying. "Of course, this is your house so you will be staying here."

Darren's face fell instantly. "I don't think it's right of me to spend the night here." He looked so awkward knowing that he would be spending the night at his dad's mansion when they had just met. So even with what Jason suggested, he wasn't willing.

Hearing Darren's words, Jason didn't take it as offensive. He could see the hesitation in his eyes, but he just wasn't going to agree with Darren's thought. This was his house which equally means Darren's home, so it was wrong if he agreed with his son's words by letting him leave.

"No, no, no, like I said earlier. You're not going anywhere." His words filled with a resolute gaze

Darren sighed in exasperation. "Alright, I'll stay here." He said as he knew it was unnecessary to argue over a battle that he won't win at the end of the day.

When the night began getting darker, Easton was asked to show Darren his room. When Darren got to the room, he was quite surprised that it has the style of men, the interior design of the gigantic room magnifies noble and eloquent.

Without wasting time, Darren slammed his exhausted and stressed body on the comfy huge size bed, which was big enough to contain three to four people. With his body on the bed and his eyes closed, he sure knew he would have a peaceful and best night ever.

The next morning, Darren's eyes opened to the morning sunshine, and with a smile, he rose feeling energetic, as he rubbed his eyes.

After taking his bath, he wore the same clothes as yesterday, since he left Zara's apartment without taking any of his other clothes.

After fully checking himself, he went downstairs. On getting there, he could already see some people sitting down, some were reading the morning newspaper, while some were sipping either a team of coffee.

"Good morning Dad, good morning everyone." He waved his hand a little as everyone acknowledged his greetings.

"Good morning to you Darren. Hope you had a good night's rest?" The same woman who spoke to him first was the one who asked. It felt somehow strange and touching to Darren to see someone ask about his night aside from his mother. Back at Zara's house, he had always been the one asking the mother and daughter about their night and they have never for once made the mistake of asking about his night.

The middle-aged woman, whose name was Adira, could notice the sudden change of expression on Darren's after she said those words, so she quickly wanted to rephrase her words so that he wouldn't be offended. "Aha, Darren what I said…" Before she could continue, she got interrupted.

"My night was fine Aunty. Thank you." He already knew Adira was feeling tensed up so he quickly smiled.

"Come have a seat." Jason, who was sitting with a newspaper in his hands, signals with his eyes for Darren to step forward to him.

Although Darren moved closer as expected, he didn't sit as hesitation flooded his eyes.

"What's it?" Jason asked.

"Nothing, just that I'm still in my yesterday clothes and I don't think there is any need for me to sit. I need to go get some clothes at one of the local shops in the area, so I can at least have some clothes to be wearing." He explained.

Hearing his words, Jason glanced at his waiter's clothes and noticed he was saying the truth. These were the exact clothes he saw on his body yesterday, but after that, he frowned. "What do you mean by getting your clothes at a local shop?"

Darren darted his eyes with apparent confusion. He wondered what was wrong with what he said that made him frown. "Is there something wrong?" He finally asked the question.

" Yes, how can you think of getting yourself a cloth from a local shop, when there are many luxurious shops?"

Darren was still a little confused, but then he remembered, he was given a huge sum of money yesterday. He smacked his head at his stupidity and his forgetful mind.

"Oh, you're right, I should be getting my clothes at a luxurious shop and not a local one." He wasn't a fool not to like good things in this life. Since he has been blessed with sudden wealth, he sure won't be stupid enough not to spend it.

A smile finally cropped on Jason's face at his son's words. "Let Easton follow you."

It was obvious that he wasn't asking for his answer so Darren didn't have a choice but to allow Easton to follow him. "Alright."

"Before you leave, have this card and use it to get your clothes. It's stocked with money." He stretched his hands and Darren collected it without trying to refuse.

Just like that, both Easton and Darren drove over to a luxurious shopping district. Darren wasn't the one who drove the car, instead, it was Easton. Before they drove out of the Mansion, Easton had wanted some of the bodyguards to follow them with different cars just for protection, but Darren politely refused. He doesn't want to be an attention seeker just within a day of becoming wealthy.

When they got to the most expensive cloth shop in the area, which showcased the glimmering high-end fashion symbol on the outside, they stepped down from the car.

Just when they stepped down from the car, Easton's phone rang and on the caller id, Darren could see foreign investors written on it, so he guessed it must be important and Easton might want to go pick up the call, but then suddenly he saw Easton hang up and return the phone to his breast pocket.

With a confused stare, he asked. "Why did you hang up? Isn't the call important?" He needed an answer as he doesn't know why Easton did such. It shows unprofessionalism from the side of Easton which made Darren give him a disapproving look.

Easton could notice the look that Darren was giving him and his eyes fell instantly. "Young master, it's not what you mean."

"Then, what does it mean?" Darren asked quickly.

"Master specially informed me to look after you and not to leave your sight for even a bit so I'm only fulfilling the orders from master." His head was lowered as he spoke.

Darren blinked his eyes in surprise. So that was it? He screeched the back of his head with embarrassment as he had thought differently of Easton for a while. Who would have expected that Easton did that for his sake?

"Oh, you don't need to worry about me, I'll be inside the cloth shop so you can take your time in talking to the caller." He had a reassuring smile and without leaving a chance for Easton to refuse, he had already walked away from him.

When he walked closer to the entrance, the security guard quickly granted him entrance into the shop. Right from afar, the security guard has already spotted Darren and Easton stepping out from a luxurious car so he was aware that they might be rich. Although Darren's cloth almost made him change his wealthy mindset about them from his mind, he chose to shrug off the thought away as there was a saying that appearance doesn't judge a person, whether wealthy or not.

As Darren entered the shop, the salesgirl who was meant to be welcoming customers cheerfully stopped right on her back just as she was about to give a smile to the person that walked in.

Her disgusted and disdainful stare couldn't be averted from Darren. Seeing the look in her eyes, Darren felt it was useless to speak to her so he stepped forward himself.

Seeing him walking forward, the finely dressed salesboy and salesgirl glanced at him from head to toe, their disdainful eyes not hiding their judgment. They exchanged a knowing look, assuming this man in plain, slightly shabby attire wouldn't be able to afford anything in their store.

Despite their disgusted look, Darren put on a smile and wanted to start checking the outfits, when a loud yet ridiculed voice stopped him right on the track.

"Hey, waiter, what are you doing at such a luxurious shop?!" Mockery and disdain could be heard in her voice.

Hearing those questions, Darren turned to the voice owner and asked simply. "Where is it stated that an ordinary salesgirl has the right to question a customer about what he's doing at a cloth shop?" He asked.

The salesgirl sneered, not quivering in fear at his questions. It was unnecessary to be afraid of such a lowly waiter so she held her head up high when she replied to him. "Though it's not stated anywhere that a salesgirl has the right to question a customer, I feel there is an exception to a waiter who claims to be a customer at a luxurious shop where his salary couldn't even afford the lowest clothes here!"

Everyone laughed at her mockery words at Darren. Their eyes contain how much disgust they felt at Darren.

Darren didn't bother, instead, he looked at the sharp tongue lady. People like her couldn't be someone who one can reason with, so it will be a waste of his mouth if he tries explaining to her.

He gave an exasperated sigh. "I don't think there is any need for me to explain things to you so it will be better if you mind your business by returning to your duty."

The salesgirl frowned. Wasn't implying that she was a busybody? How could he? She gritted her teeth hard as she flared up.

"You…"

"How dare you, waiter!"