Chapter 4 HE DOESN'T RECOGNIZE ME

A few more minutes to noon, Ursula came around to her son's room with a maid following her. The maid was carrying a package with her. On getting to the entrance, Ursula stretched her hands forward.

"Let me have it." She said.

"Yes, Madam."

"You can leave."

"Yes, Madam."

Ursula knocked on the door and entered the room which could be considered a mini house inside a mansion. She looked around for her son and then proceeded to the gym room where she found Alfred doing some workouts. Alfred stopped what he was doing when he saw his mum.

"Hi, mum."

"You're the first person I have seen to do a workout in the afternoon."

Alfred laughed.

"I woke up late, mum and I am yet to have breakfast," Alfred replied and collected the package from her.

"What is this?"

"It's the finest suit ever, I had one designed for tonight's event. The color is purple so you must wear it as everyone else would be wearing theirs."

"No problem, mum."

"Good."

"Can you please send my breakfast..." He looked at the time in between his words.

"Maybe lunch?"

"Will do." Ursula stepped out of the room and Alfred went to the bathroom to freshen up.

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"You are late again! Don't you take this job seriously, huh?" Lilah blasted Sara when she arrived.

"I am very sorry, Boss. I lost track of time."

"Of course, you always do."

"What's going on here?" Ursula asked and they bowed to greet her.

"Madam, she came late today and I was scolding her," Lilah reported. Ursula looked at Sara who still had her head bowed.

"Look at me."

"Madam, I dare not."

"I said you should look at me!" Ursula ordered and Sara jerked her head up with fright.

"Very good. Now listen very carefully. The other maids here don't have an extra head and you are not better than them. Just because your mother worked here and you continued the race doesn't mean you should act almightily. It only shows how poor and miserable your family is so watch out next time because I won't be allowing this nonsense."

"I am sorry, Madam."

"Sorry for your misfortune. Lilah?"

"Yes, Madam."

"Send Alfred's perfect meal to him immediately."

"As you ordered, ma'am." Ursula eyed Sara with disgust before walking away.

Sara was used to insults but every time she heard it, it was always new in another form to her ear. She sniffed and tried to stop her tears from flowing out.

"Come along and take the food to Young Master's room," Lilah spoke. Sara followed her quietly and she was given the tray.

As she mount the stairs, her heart was pounding against her chest. The closer it seemed that she was to the room, the harder her heart beats. When she eventually got to the door, she knocked but there was no response. After standing for a while, she decided to enter.

"Young...Young Master?"

There still wasn't any response. Was he not in the room?

Alfred who was done wrapping his black towel around his waist came out of the bathroom only to see a young lady with her back against him in his room.

Judging from her back view, she looked hot, her shape was magnifying but this wasn't enough for him.

"Turn around." He spoke. The tray almost fell off Sara's hand when she heard this so she slowly turned around. The two of them were shocked when they saw each other but only one of them was obvious. Sara couldn't believe what her eyes made her see, this Alfred was indeed different...he had changed. He looked sexually hot, he had tattoos that were perfectly carved on his body, and his abs were there to see, his face, everything, Sara's eyes were wide open as she stared at him shamelessly.

"If you are here to deliver my meal then you are doing a bad job," Alfred said and she blinked.

"I am...I am sorry, Young Master." She placed the tray on the table and was about to leave.

"Wait." Her heart thumped at this thick muscular voice.

"I haven't started eating yet neither am I done with it. Stay." He ordered.

"Yes, young master." Sara bowed. Alfred turned his back against her to go into the closet. She covered her mouth on seeing the image tattooed on his back. It was a lion's head, it looked real and the way it was drawn made it look like the Lion was ready to jump out of his body and tore anyone to pieces.

Alfred came back fully dressed and settled to eat. He didn't say a word to her while eating, Sara stood there watching him in silence. It felt awkward to her.

"Doesn't he recognize me?" She thought. After much inner deliberation, she concluded that he might not. It had been fifteen years and she was a child when he left. So much had indeed changed but maybe she should try talking to him.

Nah, that would be an absolute waste of time.

After Alfred was done eating, she packed up his plates and left because that room...felt hot for her to stay any longer.

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It was late in the evening at the Francisco Mansion, the guests were already arriving and the press wouldn't stop flashing the lights of the cameras. The event was to take place at the open field inside the mansion, it was decorated beautifully and every inch of the place wasn't dark as there were lights for the people to see one another.

An artist was on stage singing a melodious tune as the guests met to greet one another, clicked the glass of wine, and talked mostly about business.

Lilah was at a corner giving instructions to the maids.

"Now, I want you all to go there and make me proud. I don't want any complaints from the guests, have I made myself clear?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Alright, off you go." She dismissed them.