The tension outside slowly began to settle as William and Dandro stepped through the boutique’s polished glass doors. The crowd, still buzzing from what had just happened, lingered around the entrance, unwilling to leave. Some pressed close to the glass, craning their necks as though watching a grand play unfold. For them, this was no longer just an errand or a shopping trip—this had become entertainment, and William was at the center of it.Inside, the atmosphere shifted sharply. The chaos and noise of the street vanished, replaced by an air of elegance and calm. Cool air swept through the boutique, carrying with it a faint fragrance of luxury perfumes. Bright chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their crystals scattering light across polished floors that gleamed like still water. Every rack and mannequin had been arranged with delicate precision, each piece of clothing standing as though it were an artwork on display rather than something meant to be worn.The first floor housed fas

William strolled calmly through the third floor of the boutique, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. The polite staff stayed by his side, walking half a step behind him as she explained the details of each section. Her voice was steady and respectful, and she seemed genuinely eager to serve.William’s eyes moved with quiet focus. He picked out a sharp dark-blue jacket and a pair of well-tailored trousers that fit his frame perfectly. But he didn’t stop at his own size. He occasionally paused, checking tags and sizes that didn’t belong to him.The polite attendant noticed and tilted her head. “Sir, these aren’t in your measurements. Should I return them?”“No,” William replied lightly. “I’ll take them. They’re for my brothers.”“Brothers?” she asked softly, blinking in surprise.William gave a faint smile. His thoughts briefly went to Jack and Jake back in the suburbs—the two who had always treated him like family despite their own struggles. “Yes. They’ll need them.”The atten

The second floor of the boutique buzzed with life. Elegant chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their glow dancing across the polished tiles and expensive racks.In the center of the hall, Dandro strolled side by side with Jenifer, surrounded by admiring staff. The two of them were like royalty among the workers, their confidence filling the room. Every word Dandro spoke was met with nods and flattering smiles.“Ha!” Dandro puffed his chest proudly, waving his hand like he owned the entire boutique. “That brat, William… once he comes out, I’ll make him crawl on the floor and beg. Just wait and see. Today, he’ll understand the difference between heaven and earth.”His laughter rang loudly, attracting more attention than necessary.Jenifer clung to his arm, her eyes sparkling as she encouraged his arrogance. “Of course, Dandro. Who does William think he is? A nobody from the slums, daring to walk into a boutique like this? He’ll be lucky if they even let him look at the first-floor clothe

The room was still ringing from Jenifer’s defiant words. Her sharp glare was like a shield in front of Dandro, and for a moment, it was enough to give him the courage he had lost.Dandro’s trembling eased, and a faint smirk returned to his lips. He wiped the sweat on his forehead quickly, hoping nobody noticed how shaken he had been seconds ago. Her words had lit a spark inside him.“That’s right,” he said suddenly, his voice louder now, trying to sound firm. “You think you can humiliate me? You think you can make me kneel? Do you even realize who I am?”He stood slowly, dusting his knees as though he hadn’t been kneeling at all. Jenifer clapped her hands lightly in support, her eyes flicking toward the crowd as though daring them to doubt him.Even the staff, who had been whispering in disbelief moments ago, began to nod in agreement.“Yes, Young Master Dandro is right.”“That boy has gone too far.”“He should be grateful Dandro hasn’t crushed him yet.”Their voices piled on one anot

The black ride pulled up in front of a grand hotel that stood tall in the heart of the city. Its glass doors reflected the light of the afternoon sun, and the polished floors inside gleamed as if they had been cleaned only moments ago.As the driver stepped out and opened the door for William, heads began to turn. Guests moving in and out of the hotel paused mid-step, their eyes drawn to the figure stepping out of the sleek car.William emerged with his usual calmness, a plain white shirt on his back and dark jeans that carried no sign of wealth. Yet, in his hand was a branded shopping bag, followed closely by the driver carrying the rest of the load.The sharp contrast made people murmur quietly among themselves.“Who is that?” someone whispered near the entrance.“He doesn’t look like the type that stays here,” another said, eyeing William’s simple clothes.“But those bags… wait, are those from that boutique?” a third muttered, recognizing the exclusive brand stamped boldly on the b