Once A Poor Scum, Now A Trillionaire!

Chapter 4: Wealth with A Price

“Look, I didn't mean to cause trouble, please. It wasn't intentional, and I'll appreciate it if you don't escalate this further,” Lucian stammered nervously, trying to stop the woman from making the call to the police.

The woman hissed, her eyes burning with fury. "Somebody call the security to come and pick up this jerk!”

“s**t!” Lucian ran a frustrated hand through his hair as his jaws clenched. His eyes darted around looking for a possible avenue to escape.

Despite his sincere apologies, the woman was clutching onto his shirt like a leech while screaming. The sharp tips of her nails were digging into his flesh, but he couldn't afford to focus on the pain right now.

All he wanted to do was escape, or he might be thrown out of the company like some piece of thrash —not something he was looking forward to.

Cold sweat trickled from his face down to his shirt as the woman continued screaming and tossing him about. Damn, it was just a coffee spill, so why was she acting like it was a big deal?

Lucian smacked his lips as the frustration welled up in his chest. “Ma'am you're attracting attention. Please, can you stop this? I told you I'll compensate you for the dress,”

“Call me the damn security!” The woman screamed at the guests. “I was on my way to an important appointment when this stupid fellow decided to bump into me! Gosh, this is so harassing!”

She paused to sneer at Lucian. “What's your position in this company? A common cleaner? Or are you just a filthy thief who sneaked in to steal from rich people like me?”

At this point, people gathered to watch the drama. The air was charged with tension and Lucian felt the humiliation wash over him like an overflowing dam.

“Hands off,” Lucian said through gritted teeth. “You're a beautiful woman, but what's beauty without a brain?”

“What?” Her face squeezed in horror, almost like she couldn't believe the words. Red with anger, she huffed and dialed a number.

“Yes, Hilleux establishments! There's a thief here who is trying to escape after harassing me. Come quickly and throw him out immediately!”

“Damn manipulator and a stupid beggar! Who let this spineless piece of trash into this reputable company?!” A guest said from the back.

And just like that, insults and mockery words were directed at Lucian. Murmurs rippled through the crowd. If looks could kill, then Lucian would be 12 feet deep by now, as the glares were enough to bore a hole in the back of his head.

“Look at his shabby clothes! Such a low-life rat. I bet he spilled the coffee on purpose. Don't agree to settle, honey!”

“Poor fool needs to get his brain checked!”

Hearing the harsh words, the woman laughed evilly. “There's no escape for you today, loser. See? Everybody knows how useless you are,”

“Can you just…” Lucian started to plead again, but then he snapped his mouth shut as he caught sight of the guards bursting into the building, looking for him. He gasped in nervousness. Gosh! How was he going to escape this?

“Over here! This is the i***t that harassed me!” The woman shouted, alerting the guards.

His survival instincts kicked in and Lucian's muscles did a quick reflex. With a groan, he brushed past the woman roughly, and rushed out of the elevator to the emergency stairs.

“After him!”

“Damn if I let you guys win,” Lucian muttered under his breath as he dashed through the stairs to the designated floor for the meeting. He saw a gold door with the inscription “The President”

Placing a hand on his chest to calm his nervousness, he hesitated before knocking on the door.

A voice ushered him in and Lucian stepped into the fully furnished office. For a moment, he just stood rooted to the spot, unable to move as he stared in awe. This place looked like a paradise. The ambiance and decoration were top-notch.

The walls were made of gold and the floor was pleated with marble stones that twinkled like stars.

“Master Lucian?” A voice called out, so low that he almost missed it. Turning around, he stared into an elderly man who walked up to him with a bow.

“Master?” He was confused. And why was this man bowing to him? It felt weird. This was the first time in his life someone was talking to him with respect. “Are… you the mysterious caller?”

The man laughed at the question, then gestured for him to sit. “I'm Rowan, your father's manager. Did you have any trouble getting here?”

Lucian scoffed. “The guards mistook me for a thief and tried to stop me from entering the company. Your line was switched off just when I was about to convince the front desk staff that I wasn't a beggar nor a thief. Not only that, I accidentally bumped into a woman who insisted that I approached her with an ulterior motive,"

The man was silent for a second as if thinking of his next words. “I'm sorry you had to experience such terrible things,”

Lucian nodded. That wasn't why he was here. “Ab…about the call, I realized you made a mistake in my identity. I'm here to correct the misunderstanding and return the money you sent,”

“There was no mistake, Young Master,” the man smiled. “Your father was the founder of Hilleux Establishments. When he died, he left all his wealth to you. We've been searching for you for years and I'm so glad our trackers finally picked up a signal,”

There was a pause. “Your inheritance also covers a lot of businesses and malls in and outside the country,”

Thump! Beat!!

The words hit Lucian as his eyes widened in shock. Chills ran down his veins as he struggled to breathe. It was like the unexpected words were choking him.

“Here,” The man handed him a golden card. There was more? “There's $10 Trillion in there for your personal use,”

Lucian eyed the card with suspicion. His hands were shaking slightly as he struggled to make sense of what was happening. Really, what was happening?

He tried to speak, but no words came out. It was like his tongue was tied with an invisible thread.

“I know you feel overwhelmed by the sudden happenings. I'll explain everything to you as we progress in our conversation. However, there's one important thing you must know. Claiming the inheritance comes with a condition,”

“Wh…what is that?”

“You'll have to marry the daughter of your father's best friend,”