"Loser”!!The word echo sends shock waves to the guests. All they could do was stare and watch what was about to unfold. The mansion was screaming of wealth, power. Wealthy men in million-dollar suits, gold wristwatches sparkling through the magnificent transparent walls, expensive shoes clicking the marble floor, leaving some evidence of the millionaires and billionaires' shoe print. Ladies dressed in sparkling wear, dazzling rings in silver and gold, millions of jewelry that could cost an average man's fortune and the latest iPhones that got released. It was nowhere for nobody, no, it was nowhere for an average man. You're either a millionaire, billionaire or trillionaire. Clearly speaking, there are no trillionaires here. Everything and everyone belongs to their classes except for a pitiful soul. He stood out from the guests who were enjoying the moment, and that was Lee, the washed off son-in-law. He had some cheap garbage suit on, a wristwatch that barely cost ten dollars,

Lee took a deep breath and drove off, the weight of the two million dollar bill still crushing on him. Mrs Adams life depended on the surgery, and asking Lady Wales for more cash was a non-starter. He was out of options, but he thought he could get a job and earn the money, however long it took. “Don't worry, Grace, I'll save you, no matter what,” he muttered as his grip tightened on the steering wheel. He slowed down, pulling into the street. After making a stop at the Wales mansion, he pressed the horn gently, but no one responded. Getting out, he walked up to the gate, pressing the intercom repeatedly. “Who the fuck disturbs at this time?” The security guard barked. But he was surprised when the camera revealed Lee's face.“So you're the loser who doesn't give up,” the guard sneered. “What're you still doing here after all the drama you caused? Don't you have any shame?” Lee felt a sting – everyone treated him like trash, including a common security guard. He must've also witnes

The quiet road did not remain quiet for long. What had once been still and desolate was soon torn apart by the sharp, rising wail of sirens that pierced through the silence.An ambulance sped toward the wrecked black sedan where Lee lay unconscious, his body slumped lifelessly against the twisted frame. Behind it followed a procession of luxury vehicles, sleek and polished, all painted in an intimidating shade of black that reflected no trace of weakness.The ambulance came to an abrupt halt.Moments later, two of the luxury cars stopped behind it. Then, with a quiet authority that demanded attention, a Bentley Bentayga rolled to a controlled stop.The ambulance doors flew open, and paramedics rushed out with urgency.At the same time, the doors of a black sedan and a Rolls-Royce swung open. A group of men stepped out—each dressed in black suits, with a heavy and suffocating presence. They moved like trained enforcers, broad-shouldered and domineering, their muscles taut beneath their

*****A nurse quietly entered the intensive care unit where Lee was placed. As the monitor beeped steady, she moved closer, scanning the reading. She adjusted one of the IV drips and noted a few observations on the chart.“His vitals are stable.” She confirmed.“Wait!” Tyler's voice stopped her just as she turned to leave. The nurse paused and looked back.“He showed a sign of response. Does that mean… he'll soon wake up?”“I understand your concern ma'am.” The nurse gave a small smile, leaning in slightly. “But that could simply be a reflex. It's common among patients recovering from trauma.” The nurse stopped for a while after observing Tyler's disappointed look. “I know you're eager to see him awake, but that may take time, or…” Tyler snapped her head instantly, her eyes burning with rage. “... Or he might never wake up?” The nurse expression grew serious as she glanced at Lee, then back to Tyler. “He's showing a strong neurological response. That's a good sign. Let's remain h

Tyler cleared her throat after a long moment of suffocating silence, her expression shifting into a quiet pride. “All you need to know for now is that no one can ever hurt you anymore, Young Master. You're the Young heir.” The words hung heavily in the clinical air of the VIP ward, vibrating with a gravity that Lee could barely comprehend. “You're meant to lead the Young family and take over the family's massive business empire that your father worked so hard to build,” Tyler continued, her voice steady and resolute. “Everything your father owned now belongs entirely to you. That is why we saved you, sir—to protect and preserve the family's legacy that your grandfather and father had built over the years.” Lee stared at her, his mind racing fast, his thoughts colliding in a chaotic storm of disbelief. Him? An heir to a legendary legacy that had been in existence for more than five decades? The sheer absurdity of the statement made his chest tighten. “Do I look like someone who