Unexpected Fortune: The Long-lost Heir Returns Home

"Hey, Amaia. This is the cellphone I bought for you. Take a look and tell me if you like it."

The city square of Rinas was crowded with people.

The neon streetlights illuminated the streets as night fell. Many fashionably dressed young men and women had come there to enjoy the weekend.

Horace Warren's appearance there drew the attention of the people close by. They stared at him curiously as he walked up to a girl.

He opened the delicate gift box in his hand. A new cellphone was inside.

Since the beginning of the new semester, Horace had worked a part-time job after school. He had saved most of the money and survived on very little. He was finally able to buy a new cellphone for his crush on the day of their graduation.

With a loving smile, he stretched the opened box to her.

He was expecting to see her face lit up with surprise and happiness.

Much to his surprise, Amaia Todd just glanced at the cellphone, hissed, and turned her face away without saying anything.

"Amaia?" Horace called out her name in confusion.

Amaia flipped her hair and looked at him with an icy glare. "Horace, please don't contact me anymore. I don't want to have anything to do with you!"

"Wow!" All the onlookers were surprised. Some of them widened their eyes. Others opened their mouths and even whispered to the people beside them.

From Amaia's words, they guessed that the young man was courting this lady but was refused decisively. People liked to watch such a dramatic scene.

"Why? Did I do anything wrong, Amaia? Please tell me what my offense is so I would apologize and never repeat the same mistake."

Horace felt a pang of pain in his heart when he heard her words. He was confused. He had been planning for today for the whole semester. This was far from the response he hoped to get.

Everyone in their class knew that he had been chasing after Amaia for a long time.

He was head over heels in love with her, so he took good care of her. Every day, he bought her breakfast and helped her take notes in class.

Horace made sure she didn't stress herself in school. He provided everything that she asked for just to make her happy.

Amaia had been indulging him and accepting all his gifts. She even flirted with him sometimes.

Although she never said yes to him, they were already a couple in the eyes of their classmates.

Today was their graduation day. Since they would be out of high school, Horace thought that it was best to profess his love to her.

The confession of his love would make their relationship official.

He had the evening completely mapped out in his mind. But he didn't expect that Amaia would respond like this.

"Stop contacting me because I have a boyfriend!" With a bitchy expression, she added coldly, "I don't want my boyfriend to think something is going on between you and me. You'd better not contact me anymore!"

"Your boyfriend? I thought I was your boyfriend!" Horace looked at her with confusion written on his face.

"Bah! Don't flatter yourself, Horace. You were just my friend!"

Eyeing him from head to toe, she continued, "I was only being nice to you. Take a look at yourself. Do you think you are worthy enough to date me? Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

"But... But I love you and bought this as a token of my love."

Horace's mind was a mess. He held out the phone again with trembling hands.

He had worked his butt off and saved for a whole semester just to afford this cellphone.

He wanted it to be a token of his love for her.

Amaia slapped his hand with disgust.

The brand new phone fell to the ground. The sound it made when it crashed hurt Horace. He felt as if it was his heart that was thrown away.

"How dare you give this to me now?" Amaia questioned him.

She then added, "Yes, I said I wanted a new phone, but it was at the beginning of the semester. You didn't buy it until our graduation. Are you fucking serious right now?"

Amaia flipped her hair back again. Pursing her lips arrogantly, she took out a rose gold iPhone from her pocket and showed it to him.

"See? This is the latest iPhone. My boyfriend bought it for me. It costs more than one thousand dollars. That amount is chicken feed to him. Can you rub shoulders with him?"

Horace was short for words. His heart was breaking into a thousand pieces. He squatted to pick up the broken phone.

It was at this moment that a young man who seemed to be Horace's age-mate walked up to them.

"Hey, baby. You came early. Let's go. I've already booked a room!"

When Amaia saw him, her face lit up. She did a little jump like a child and then said to Horace, "Look, this is my boyfriend!"

The moment Horace set eyes on the man, he recognized him. He was also his high school classmate, Addy Moran. He was one of the popular boys in school because he was from a rich family.

Amaia ran over excitedly and held his arm. She stood on her tiptoe and whispered something to him.

Addy looked at Horace with interest and walked up to him. With a sinister smirk, he queried, "Have you realized how dumb you are, Horace? I once told you to matchmake me and Amaia. I offered to pay you ten thousand dollars, but you outrightly refused. She's my girlfriend now. You've gotten no girl and no money. Do you regret it now?"

This was a big lie. Addy hadn't asked him to matchmake him and Amaia. He wanted him to drug her so he could sleep with her. Addy had thought Horace would jump on the offer because he was from a poor family. But to his surprise, he received a big no that was accompanied by a hot reprimand.

Addy took delight in seeing the betrayed expression on Horace's face.

"Anyway, heed my warning. Stay away from my girlfriend, or I'll beat the living daylights out of you!" he uttered seriously while pointing at him.

He then patted Amaia's butt playfully and took her hand, intending to leave.

"Stop right there!" Horace shouted before they could walk away.

Addy and Amaia turned around and stared at him with complacent expressions. They wanted to see what he planned to do.

In the blink of an eye, Horace threw the broken cellphone and it hit Addy's forehead hard.

"Take the phone with you!" he shouted angrily.

"Fuck! You bastard! How dare you?" Addy cursed as he held his forehead. The pain was too much that he staggered backward and fell to the ground.

Amaia was also taken aback. Pointing at him, she yelled, "What the fuck! Horace, what's your problem? Have you gone mad?"

Addy stood up and punched Horace in the face.

"Son of a bitch!"

The heavy punch dazed Horace, but he quickly recovered.

Not to be outdone, he gave Addy a kick in his abdomen. His dusty shoe made a clear footprint on the expensive suit.

"Oh my goodness. They are fighting! They are fighting!"

The onlookers had thought the quarrel would end a while ago. They were shocked when Horace started the fight.

The scene was becoming dangerously violent, but they totally lived for it. They all cheered the warring men by clapping and whooping. No one attempted to break the fight.

Amaia was also shocked at how things were getting out of hand. She was in a daze, but she soon came to her senses. She screamed, "Stop it, Horace!"

She charged toward him and kicked him with her pointy high heels.

The two young men were neck on neck. Horace didn't think anything of Amaia's last command until he felt the sharp pain on his side as if he had been stabbed.

Before he could recover from the pain, Addy pushed him down ruthlessly.

"You swine! I'll teach you an unforgettable lesson today!"

He seized the opportunity to rain blows and kicks on his opponent who was lying on the ground.

Amaia also gave him kicks occasionally.

Horace was no match for them. The blows were becoming more and more intense, so he took a fetal position and covered his head.

The excitement in the square died down at this moment. The onlookers were afraid that Horace would die if things went on like this.

Some men quickly stepped forward and pulled the couple away. They persuaded them to let him go.

Addy wasn't having any of this. He broke away from their hold and kicked Horace hard. But they seized him again. "You loser, don't let me set my eyes on you again. If I do, I will beat you to death!" he shouted breathlessly.

Then he spat on him and left with Amaia.

Horace lay on the ground as he gasped for breath. His whole body was on fire due to the blows he just received. He stared blankly at the sky.

'Poverty is a terrible disease!' Horace knew that Amaia threw his affection away because he didn't have money. The rich ruled the world. And he finally realized this.

At this moment, his face was pale and he felt as if a knife was driven into his heart.

He had loved Amaia for three whole years.

In high school, he practically worshiped the ground that she walked on. He provided her with everything she needed.

All his efforts and resources went down the drain tonight. His dignity also went with them.

As a morally upright young man, he believed in treating women right. He thought he could win Amaia's heart by being sincere and treating her like a queen.

He didn't expect that she would help to beat him to a pulp after everything.

'Amaia, is money more important to you than my genuine love?' Horace queried her in his heart. 'Why was I born poor? If I were a rich man, Amaia would've treated me well.'

At the thought of this, Horace smiled with tears in his eyes. "Oh, I am such a loser. I was just beaten, but I still managed to fantasize about being rich!" He teased himself pitifully.

Now that Horace was lost in thoughts, the onlookers sighed sympathetically and began to leave.

There was no point waiting since the show was over.

Horace was left lying on the ground and staring in a daze.

He was there for a long time before he finally got up painstakingly.

His bones cracked and his heart beat faster than normal. The pain in his body was intensifying. He took a deep breath.

Amaia and Addy had shown him no mercy. However, the most painful kicks were from Amaia because of her high-heeled shoes. It had sent tingling pain to every spot it landed.

How heartless!

With his back bent, Horace took a shaky step and was about to return home.

He froze when his phone suddenly rang out.

He took it out and looked at the screen. The call was from a stranger.

His phone was old and the screen was cracked, but it was still working fine.

"Hello? Please am I on to Mr. Warren?" A respectful middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the line as soon as he answered.

'Huh? Did he just say Mr. Warren?'

No one had ever addressed him like this before. He reasoned that this person must be a fraudster.

Horace rolled his eyes with displeasure. He then replied weakly, "I'm Horace Warren. Please don't waste your time. I haven't gotten any money for you. Call someone else."

He hung up the phone before the caller could respond.

But his phone rang again in less than two seconds.

Horace saw that it was the same number.

He was already having a bad day, so he angrily declined the call.

However, the caller didn't give up. His phone rang off the hook.

This fueled Horace's anger. He decided to blacklist the number immediately.

But for some reason, he ended up clicking the receive icon. Perhaps it was because he badly needed to talk to someone about his suffering.

"Mr. Warren, please listen to me..."

The man on the other end of the line urged him not to hang up as soon as he answered the call. However, Horace interrupted him.

"Dude, I don't know who you are. But I must say that I admire your persistence. If you had called me yesterday, you could have duped me of a thousand dollars..."

"Mr. Warren, I am not..." The middle-aged man sounded embarrassed when he heard this statement.

Horace cut him short again. "I paid my mother's medical bills today and bought a cellphone with the remaining money. I wanted to give it to the girl I loved as a present. Unfortunately, she rejected it and humiliated me in the presence of a huge crowd in the city square. I then had a fight with her boyfriend. Guess what. I lost!"

The caller fell silent and listened attentively. Horace poured out his heart to him.

With a peal of sad laughter, he concluded, "I'm nothing but a poor loser. If you intend on duping me or selling goods to me, I advise that you find someone else."

Horace took a deep breath. He felt as if a weight had been lifted from his heart.

Just when he was about to hang up the phone, the caller said, "Mr. Warren, you have suffered a lot. It might interest you to know that you aren't a poor loser. You are one of the noblest persons in the world. I'll transfer one hundred million dollars to your account once I get off this call. Use it to solve your problems first."

The man named Raul Warren then hung up the call. His blood was boiling and he clutched the phone in his hand tightly to suppress his anger. He turned to his men and commanded, "Prepare the convoy. I need to go to the city square to pay homage to Mr. Warren now!"

Meanwhile, Horace was staring at his phone in confusion. He didn't understand the man's last statement.

"Me? One of the noblest people in the world? One hundred million dollars? That was ridiculous! That man must be insane!" he muttered with disbelief.

Horace's phone suddenly vibrated, and the screen lit up again.

A message had popped in the middle of the cracked screen. It read, "Bank Account ××××××1235 just got credited with 100, 000, 000 dollars."

Horace's mouth flew open as he stared at the message in disbelief. He rubbed his eyes hard.

"One, two, three... Eight, eight zeroes! One hundred million!"

He checked the sender and saw that it was actually the bank that sent it.

The last message he received from this line was the debit alert he got after the POS transaction he did yesterday to buy the cellphone for Amaia.

Horace's heart began to beat fast.

'Oh my God! How could this be? I must be daydreaming! Or did Addy's beating send me to the great beyond? No, I am still alive! Could this be some kind of advanced hacking technology?'

To confirm if that was real, Horace dialed the bank's customer service number with trembling hands.

He was connected to a human customer service representative.

"Hello, how may I help you today?" A sweet female voice came from the other end of the line.

Horace swallowed and tried not to sound so nervous.

"Hello. Well, I want to check my account balance. My account number is..."

"Okay, please hold on a moment."

Anxiety ravaged Horace as he waited for the result.

It was the longest ten seconds of his life. A response came from the other end of the line afterward. However, the customer service representative's voice was unsteady. It was obvious that she was flustered.

"H...Hello, sir. Ahem! Your account balance is one...one hundred million three hundred and fifteen dollars."

"Okay, thank you."

Horace calmed down a little after this confirmation. He felt that the middle-aged man who called him a while ago wasn't insane after all. He began to consider his words at this time.

The customer service representative was nervous. She hung up the phone hurriedly without asking Horace to rate her service.

It wasn't until she got off the call that she began to beat herself up. She felt that she had just let a golden opportunity slip off her fingers. 'Gosh, you are so stupid. You should have struck up a conversation with him and gotten his phone number. Who knows? You could become his girlfriend or maybe his mistress. You just threw away your one-way ticket out of poverty!'

Meanwhile, Horace immediately called back the strange man.

Raul answered the phone on the first ring. He had been expecting his call, so he was still holding his phone.

"Hello, Mr. Warren."

"Who on earth are you? Why did you send me that amount of money? And why do you call me Mr. Warren?" Horace immediately fired questions at him.

"Don't worry, Mr. Warren. I'll explain everything to you," Raul began respectfully.

He then added, "My name is Raul Warren, and I am the general director of the Warren family's business in Rinas!"

"Raul Warren?" Horace was stunned for a moment. For some weird reason, this name sounded familiar.

"Yes, Mr. Warren. You have suffered a lot since you were a child. Until now, your identity was hidden. It might interest you to know that you have a noble identity. You are the direct descendant of the Warren family. The flesh and blood of the family's head."

"What? Is the Warren family very powerful?"

"Not only is this family powerful, but it's also a force to reckon with. It's one of the wealthiest families to ever exist. Also, it is a top player which controls a great part of the world's economy!"

"Oh, I see. So, the leader of this so-called powerful family thought it wise to abandon his wife and son for eighteen whole years? Wow! He must be an impressive man!" he commented sarcastically.

For as long as Horace could remember, he had been fatherless. He grew up with Caylee Potter, whom he called mother. It wasn't surprising that he harbored inveterate hatred for his father now that he found out he was alive and had been wealthy all along.

'Powerful man, my foot! Of what use is his power if he abandoned his family?' he thought to himself.

"Mr. Warren, I think you have misunderstood your father. Your mother's disappearance scarred him. He never remarried, so you are his only child. He never wanted to be the leader of the Warren family. However, he had no choice but to take the position so he could have all the power and resources to search for you!"

"Let's just assume that I believe you. But why didn't your boss call me himself?"

The story about his true identity was becoming clearer and clearer, but Horace couldn't bring himself to say the word, father. Not when he didn't even know the man.

"Mr. Warren, your father can't be in contact with you for now. He's currently tied up with something. Please be understanding. I believe that you would hear from him in a few days!"

After a brief pause, Raul continued in a low voice, "All of your father's assets in Rinas are now in your name. Anyway, are you still at the city square? I'm on my way to pay homage to you with all the regional directors!"

"Eh? Pay homage to me?"

"Yes, please wait a moment. We'll arrive there soon."

"Oh... Okay!" Horace hesitated before agreeing reluctantly. He had a lot of questions to ask Raul, so he thought it was best to meet him face to face.

Still in pain, he managed to walk to the main entrance of the city square and sat down on a bench in the parterre.

Two young men were also there at this time. They were watching videos on TikTok.

"Gosh! This guy is so rich! Unbelievable!" one of them suddenly exclaimed.

"Who?" his friend asked curiously.

"Look!" The first young man handed the phone to him. "He's so wealthy that I can't tell his net worth. He owns more than ten Rolls-Royce cars in his convoy and he ran a red light!"

"Really? Wow! The road looks kind of familiar. Look at that sign. It seems the convoy is coming towards the city square. Let's go and have a look!"

The two young men stood up and craned their necks to look into the distance.

"Wow! I can see the convoy!"

"This is so awesome. I hope I would be able to buy one of such cars with my life savings!"

"Your life savings? Dude, you think so highly of yourself!"

Horace also looked in that direction and saw that a dozen luxury cars were coming at a very high speed. They ignored all the traffic lights. To prevent their car from getting scratched or knocked off the road, all the commuters made way for the convoy. Thus, the luxury cars drove freely on a large path.

The cars orderly formed two lines as soon as they drove into the city square.

In unison, all the doors opened and several men in black suits got out.

"Whoa! What are they doing? How come they are so orderly?"

"Are they YouTubers?"

"Let's be logical here, bro. Even if they are YouTubers, they are a special breed. Their cars are so expensive!"

Many people had gathered here at this time. Scores of others swarmed in like bees just to witness what was happening as soon as they heard the news.

The crowd spoke in hush tones as they stared at the luxury cars and the mysterious men.

It was at this time that Raul got out of his car slowly. He scanned through the crowd with a frown.

He had come here for one person, but he couldn't find him now. He took out his phone and dialed Horace's number. "Mr. Warren, we are here."

Horace, who was stuck in the middle of the crowd, painstakingly started making his way to the front after receiving the call.

"Hey! You stepped on my toes! Don't push! Stay back there!" the crowd complained.

"I'm sorry, please excuse me!" Horace had to apologize again and again.

After a great deal of struggle, he finally managed to get to the front. He took a deep breath and walked to the convoy.

The onlookers were confused.

"Who's that guy? Why is he walking up to them without fear? He must be insane. I bet they would beat him black and blue!"

"Isn't he the loser who just professed his love for a girl and got rejected? What does he want to do now? Did the heartbreak affect his brain? Does he want to end his life by annoying these men?"

"Anyway, we are about to watch another good show starring the same main actor!"

This conversation wafted into Horace's ears, but he ignored them. He just continued to walk up to Raul and the others.

"Mr. Warren!" Raul first stared at him straight in the eyes before greeting him with a bow.

Behind him, all the men in black suits also bowed and greeted him in unison, "Mr. Warren!"

The entire city square instantly became as silent as a grave. No one in the crowd made a sound.

The city square 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 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.

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

It was pretty 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.

The people who had mocked Horace just now took a step back with their heads lowered. They were afraid that he would punish them.

Unbeknown to them, their gossip wasn't on the list of things Horace was concerned about. He also had a thick skin.

Now, he was a little worried and shy.

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

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

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

"Okay," Horace readily agreed. He got into one of the Rolls-Royce cars with Raul.

As soon as the door closed, they became isolated from the outside world.

Horace felt relieved.

'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. Warren, we had to rush down here so you wouldn't have to wait for too long. I asked the other directors to go to the Sea Pavilion," Raul explained.

The Warren family had a lot of properties spread across the city. Some of the directors were far from the city square. Hence, he told them to go to the Sea Pavilion and wait for him and Horace there.

Horace 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. He was only a young lad who had just graduated from high school today. It would take a while to take in everything.

While he was trying to sort out the information, something occurred to him. He was yet to ask his sick mother about everything.

He immediately called her.

Talking a mile per minute, he narrated what happened to him today. Afterward, he asked, "Mom, is he telling the truth? Is it true that I am an heir of such a powerful family?"

No response came from the other end of the line at first. After sighing deeply, Caylee Potter answered, "Yes, everything is true. Your biological mother is Shari Larson, and your father is Randall Warren. I'm not your real mother. I was only a maid to Miss Larson. I'm sorry for keeping this away from you. I understand if you would hate me because of this."

Horace's biological mother was the one who named him.

"No, Mom. Please don't talk like that. I can never hate you. You are my mother always and forever!"

"Horace..." Caylee choked with sobs.

"Mom, you don't have to say anything. Nothing can ever change my love for you. I'm your son, and forever will I be."

"Okay, my boy. You are so understanding. Even if I die now, I would have no regrets!" Caylee said tearfully.

"Mom, stop talking nonsense! You will live to a good old age. You will attend my wedding ceremony and play with my children. Don't talk about death again. Just have a good rest. I love you!"

Horace ended the call on a good note. He then put the phone back into his pocket and took a deep breath. He looked at the scenery outside in silence.

Raul read his countenance and knew he wasn't in the mood to talk. So, he kept mute.

The car continued to drive steadily on the road.

Shortly after, they arrived at the Sea Pavilion. The building was the most magnificent in that area.

The streetlights and the bright light from the Sea Pavilion lit up the entire environment.

Horace was about to meet the other directors of his family in Rinas here.

The drive lasted about thirty minutes.

On the way, Raul revealed that the Sea Pavilion was one of the Warren family's properties. And now, it was Horace's.

This made him realize that his 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.

The magnificence of the Sea Pavilion took Horace's breath away. He was eager to see what the inside would look like. But as soon as he got out of the car, he heard a disgusted voice from behind. "Horace, stop being a pest. I wouldn't date you even if you were the last man on earth. I made it clear earlier that I'm way out of your league. Why are you following me around?"

Horace quickly turned to look at the source of the voice. Much to his surprise, it was his so-called ex-girlfriend, Amaia.

Before he could say anything, Amaia continued, "Hey, are you trying to pull a fast one on me? I know that you are from an extremely poor family. Do you really think you can trick me by renting a car? You pathetic loser, stop pestering the life out of me! If you don't stop, you would only make me hate you more. Trust me, you will regret ever being born if I flare up!"

"Mr. Warren." Raul's face blazed with rage when he heard how Amaia spoke rudely to Horace. He couldn't help but call his attention in a low voice.

Although he badly wanted to teach Amaia a lesson there and then, it would be disrespectful to act on impulse. So, he decided to ask for permission first.

Sensing Raul's anger, Horace chuckled. "Thanks for your concern, Uncle Raul. Don't sweat it. If a dog barks at you, do you have to bark back? Let's go!"

Horace was about to turn around when he heard Amaia's voice accompanied by a clap.

"Bravo! You are an excellent actor, Horace. You did not only rent a car, but also hired a chauffeur, who is equally a great actor. You both deserve the Oscars. I'm impressed!"

Amaia placed her hand on her chest and pretended as if she was touched. But the next second, a disdainful expression appeared on her face. She roared, "You are so pathetic. I know that none of these belong to you. You are living a fake life. But my Addy really has them!"

After Amaia finished speaking, she hugged Addy and caressed him intimately.

In Horace's eyes, she was unrecognizable. This wasn't the girl he had once loved with all his heart. He sighed and uttered, "Amaia, you think you are hurting me. I hate to break it to you that you are downgrading yourself!"

"Eh? I am downgrading myself? My greatest regret is having stooped so low to your level by indulging you when we were in high school. Now that I'm with a man who can take care of my needs, I am beyond happy. You must be stupid to think that dating a handsome and rich guy is a downgrade!"

Amaia stared at him with scorn. She continued shamelessly, "Horace, you know what? If you had the dough, I would have submitted myself to you! Do you have it? Sadly, no. You are so poor that you even sold your house. Tell me. What do you have to your name now? Nothing! Just abject poverty! Eww! Keep your poverty away from me!"

"Mr. Warren!" Raul called his attention again. He couldn't tolerate Amaia's insults and Addy's scornful laughter anymore. He was only restraining himself because of Horace. If not, he would have finished them off since they were courting death.

He couldn't let anyone who insulted the heir of the Warren family go scot-free.

Horace suddenly raised his hand to stop Raul from acting on an impulse. He dug in his ear with his little finger and commented, "Amaia, you are so full of yourself. Stop exaggerating your significance. I didn't put on an act just to win you over. I loved you, but that ship has sailed already!"

"Ha-ha! Are you trying to save face since your plan fell through?" Amaia burst into a mocking laughter. She then did a puppy dog look and added, "Oh, Horace, you have changed. Have you suddenly forgotten that you said you would do everything for me? Didn't you worship the ground I walked on during high school? Why did you say such cruel things to me now? Look at me, do you really have no love for me?"

Her puppy dog look was perfect. It was as if she was truly hurt. If Horace didn't know her well, he would have fallen for her excellent acting.

"Ha-ha!" Addy suddenly laughed out loud. He hugged Amaia and kissed her hard. "Baby, you did a good job!" he said with a proud smile.

"Amaia, don't you think you are being too cheap now? Have you no self-worth? Honestly, I feel sorry for you. A lion adored you, but you chose to date a dog. What a shame!" Horace tut-tutted and sighed.

He glanced at her and then at Addy. "Do you think he can make you happy just because he's rich?"

"Screw you, Horace! Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you judge me? Did you just call yourself a lion? Well, I put it to you that you are a mangy dog! Ptui!" Addy spat at him with disgust.

"Addy, have you ever experienced despair?" A sinister grin played on Horace's face. "If you hadn't come to provoke me tonight, or had made an attempt to stop her from insulting me, you would have continued to enjoy your life. But now, I have decided to make you experience hell on earth. You like to trample on people, right? You think you can be unscrupulous because your family is rich, don't you? It's time for you to learn simple manners the hard way!"

"Uncle Raul!" Horace was no longer reluctant to accept his new identity. He felt it wasn't a bad idea to have his own power so he could put this kind of people in their place.

"Yes, Mr. Warren!" Raul's patience was already running out before Horace called. Thus, he was all charged up to do whatever was commanded of him.

"I want him to lose everything!" Horace commanded, pointing at Addy.

"To lose everything? Mr. Warren, you are far too kind. The punishment is too light. How about I just kill him?" Raul suggested, drawing his thumb over his neck.