So I'm A Core Heir Billionaire?

You Shouldn't Be Here

With an excited tone and a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes, Michael turned to Crystal and asked, "Oh! By the way, Crystal! how have you been? How have you been doing all this TIME?" The years of separation had left Michael curious about the life his sister had led, and he eagerly awaited her response.

Crystal, still wearing a warm smile, began to share the details of her journey, the challenges she faced, and the successes she achieved in managing the family business. She spoke of the intricacies of the De Sanders legacy and how she navigated the complexities of the super-rich world.

As Crystal unfolded her story, Michael couldn't help but marvel at the resilience and strength displayed by his sister. The juxtaposition of their lives, from his struggles as a high school student to her role in managing the family empire, painted a vivid picture of the diverse paths they had walked.

The Brilla-Sanders Mansion, now echoing with the laughter and tales of the reunited siblings, seemed to embrace them in the warmth of shared memories and the promise of a future intertwined with the legacy of the Brillantes-De Sanders family. The journey that lay ahead for Michael was becoming more nuanced with every revelation, and the presence of Crystal, now a guiding force in his life, added a dimension of support and connection that he hadn't known since childhood.

As their long and heartfelt conversation unfolded, Crystal's phone suddenly rang with an urgent tone, signaling an emergency call that demanded her immediate attention. With a regretful expression, she explained, "Michael! I'm really sorry! But... I have to take this emergency call! I need to check some important documents in my study room."

Crystal swiftly excused herself, leaving Michael in the elegant living room of Brilla-Sanders Mansion. She gestured towards the plush couch and said, "Please make yourself comfortable! I won't be long..... You can ask the maids if you want to eat already, or if you need anything, feel free to let them know. I'll join you as soon as I can!"

As Crystal disappeared into her study room, Michael took a moment to absorb the grandeur of his surroundings. The opulent living room, adorned with exquisite decor, felt like a world away from the high school struggles he had known. The aroma of luxury permeated the air, and Michael couldn't help but feel a mixture of gratitude and awe at the turn his life had taken.

With a nod to himself, he decided to explore the mansion a bit more.

Meanwhile, outside the grand entrance of Brilla-Sanders Mansion, a sleek black high-end car pulled up, and a distinguished man in an Armani suit, Levai, stepped out with a bouquet of flowers in hand. Levai, exuding an air of sophistication, confidently made his way inside the mansion, where the guards greeted him with respectful nods.

"GOOD DAY, GENTLEMEN!" Levai greeted the guards. "I'm here to see Crystal. IS SHE INSIDE?"

The guards, recognizing Levai, replied with a nod, "YES! She is indeed inside. You may proceed, Mr. Levai!"

With that confirmation, Levai continued his journey into the opulent halls of the Brilla-Sanders Mansion, the fragrance of fresh flowers trailing behind him. The unexpected arrival of this well-dressed guest added an element of intrigue to the unfolding story within the mansion, leaving the guards and the grand entrance as silent witnesses to the events that would transpire.

As Levai entered the mansion, he delicately placed the bouquet of flowers on a nearby table and settled onto the beautifully decorated sofa. Observing his surroundings, he noted the intricate details of the grand living room. His attention was drawn to a man, Michael, dressed in older clothes, seemingly captivated by a large portrait of the De Sanders family's patriarch.

Approaching Michael with a polite smile, Levai inquired,

"Excuse me, young man! Could you please assist ME? I'm looking for Crystal! If you could call upstairs and let her know I'm here. Also! A cup of coffee while I wait would be much appreciated!"

Caught off guard, Michael momentarily froze, processing the unexpected request from this well-dressed guest. Clearing his throat, he responded, "Oh, SURE! I can try to help. But, you see.... I'm not familiar with the mansion, and Crystal mentioned she'd be back after her urgent call. I'm not sure where to find her."

Michael hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit out of place in his worn-out clothes amidst the luxury of the mansion. Nevertheless, he continued... "She did mention she'd be back soon. Maybe you can wait HERE?"

As Michael scurried off to find someone who could assist with the coffee and the call to Crystal, Levai's reprimanding aura became more palpable. An air of disapproval settled around him, and his displeasure was evident. Frowning at the perceived lack of attentiveness, Levai couldn't shake off the irritation caused by the young man's hesitant response.

Levai's stern gaze met Michael's eyes. The reprimanding tone was evident in his voice as he said, "Young MAN! When addressing Ms. De Sanders, it's customary to refer to her as 'Miss De Sanders!' Please keep that in MIND! And make SURE my coffee is brought promptly."

Levai's demeanor, combined with the formality of his tone, created a momentary tension in the grand living room. The clash of social dynamics between the well-dressed visitor and the humble young man added an unexpected layer of complexity to the unfolding events within the Brilla-Sanders Mansion. Michael, feeling the weight of Levai's reprimand, mustered the courage to explain, "SIR, I'm actually not one of the staff HERE! I'm new to this place, and I don't know my way around yet. I can't just ask someone to bring you coffee or call someone. I'm sorry for any confusion."

Levai, sensing Michael's growing frustration, maintained his stern demeanor.

"I understand you're new!.... But that doesn't excuse a lack of respect! It's imperative to uphold the proper etiquette within these walls. NOW, kindly see to it that my requests are met promptly! Miss De Sanders expects a certain standard here!"

Levai's stern gaze bore into Michael, intensifying his demand. "If this young man is not a staff here and has no business being in the mansion, I should call the guards immediately. They should escort him out, and make sure he learns a lesson."

The grand living room, once a haven of opulence, now crackled with tension as Levai's authoritative shout reverberated through the air.

Levai, his frustration escalating, continued to bellow at the guards stationed outside the mansion. His voice, now filled with a desperate urgency, reverberated through the air. "GUARDS! THERE'S AN INTRUDER INSIDE! GET IN HERE IMMEDIATELY! BEAT HIM AND THROW HIM OUT! WE CAN'T ALLOW TRESPPASERS HERE IN THE MANSION!" The tone carried an unmistakable note of anxiety, highlighting Levai's growing concern about the potential threat within the confines of the grand estate.

The urgency in Levai's voice echoed through the grand living room, but the guards, unable to discern the specifics of Levai's command, remained stationed outside. The intensity of the moment escalated as Michael, now caught in the crossfire of this unexpected conflict, stood in the opulent surroundings, feeling the weight of an impending threat.

Crystal, her recent call in the study room concluded, caught wind of the escalating voices downstairs. Driven by curiosity, she emerged from the study and, descending the staircase, called out to Levai. (Curious) "LEVAI! WHAT'S GOING ON?! WHO do you want to beat and throw OUTSIDE?!" The hint of concern in her voice conveyed a mix of curiosity and apprehension, as she sought to grasp the unfolding situation.

Levai, catching Crystal's attention as she descended the staircase, pointed towards Michael and explained, (Alarmed) "This young man HERE, wearing shabby CLOTHES! I found him inside, and he claims he's not a staff MEMBER! We can't have intruders wandering AROUND! I instructed the guards to remove him." The urgency in Levai's tone conveyed a sense of alarm and a determination to address the perceived threat.

The grand living room, now a stage for accusations and tension, awaited Crystal's response.

Michael, standing amidst the escalating tension, maintained a composed silence and offered a warm smile to Crystal. Breaking the silence, he greeted her, "Hello, Sis, are you done with the meeting on the phone?" Despite the unfolding drama, Michael's pride reflected in his tone, showcasing his resilience and composure in the face of adversity.

Levai, his tone laced with intensity, swiftly interjected, dismissing the notion of any familial connection. "NOW YOU'RE CALLING HER SIS?! YOU MUST BE DREAMING! CRYSTAL.... is the sole heir of the De Sanders FAMILY!" he asserted, his words carrying a sharp edge, cutting through any attempt to establish a connection between Michael and the esteemed De Sanders family, emphasizing the stark contrast in their perceived social standing.

Yet, before Levai's words could solidify, Crystal, with a furrowed brow, spoke up. "LEVAI! Michael is my BROTHER!" she explained calmly, attempting to diffuse the confusion. "He's part of this FAMILY, and he has every right to be HERE!" The anger in her voice cut through the tension, a fierce defense of familial bonds and a stark rebuttal to any attempts at exclusion. Her eyes bore into Levai, challenging him to contest the truth she had just revealed.

(Confrontational) As the revelation hung in the air, Michael, emboldened by his sister's affirmation, directed a pointed question at Levai. "So, are you still planning to beat my BROTHER.... and throw him outside the MANSION?!" The anger in his tone was palpable, setting the stage for a confrontation that could alter the course of events within the opulent walls of the Brilla-Sanders Mansion.

A sudden realization dawned on Levai as Crystal calmly revealed the familial connection between her and Michael. His confident demeanor faltered, and a nervous pallor spread across his face. The clash of worlds within the Brilla-Sanders Mansion took an unexpected turn, leaving Levai on the defensive.

Crystal, sensing the tension and seeking to restore harmony, turned to Levai with a measured gaze. "Levai!" she began, her voice firm, "You've just offended the sole heir of the De Sanders Family! I think it's only appropriate for you to ask Michael for his forgiveness!"

The weight of Crystal's words hung heavily in the grand living room. Levai, now aware of the gravity of his mistake, stammered,

"I didn't know. I apologize, Michael."

Michael, maintaining his composure, nodded in acknowledgment, but Crystal wasn't done yet. "As a sign of sincerity and to make amends!" she continued, her tone unyielding, "I think you should give your car to Michael. It's only fair considering the misunderstanding and disrespect he endured!"

The intensity of the moment reached new heights as Crystal insisted on this symbolic gesture of apology. Levai, caught off guard, hesitated before reluctantly agreeing. (Encouraging) "Sure, you can take my car, Mister De Sanders," he mumbled, realizing the consequences of his actions.

Crystal, her stance unwavering, fixed Levai with a stern gaze. "Now, Levai," she declared, "I think it's best for you to leave. Your actions have not only offended my family but also displayed a lack of understanding and respect. It's clear that our families operate on different levels, and I won't tolerate such behavior."

Levai, realizing the weight of his misjudgments and the vast disparity in their family statuses, hesitated but ultimately acquiesced. "I understand," he muttered, a mix of embarrassment and resignation evident in his expression.

As Levai made his way towards the exit, Crystal's firm voice echoed through the grand living room. (Encouraging) "Consider this a lesson in humility, Levai. The De Sanders Family doesn't tolerate disrespect."

With that, Levai left the Brilla-Sanders Mansion, his departure marking the end of a turbulent episode within its opulent walls. The chapter, now tinged with the repercussions of this encounter, hints at the complexities yet to be unveiled in the lives entwined in the legacy of the Brillantes-De Sanders family.