Beaten by my ex, now I'm a Trillionaire Heir

Ch-6

Sophia Miller gripped her phone, her lips pressed into a thin line as she listened to her mother and sister rant about Nathan.

Margaret’s voice was shrill with indignation. "That damn racoons actually walked out of that store like he was someone important! You should have seen the look on his face—so smug, so arrogant! It was disgusting!"

Jessica snickered. "Oh, don’t worry, Mom. He’ll be put back in his place soon enough."

Sophia exhaled sharply. "Let him have his little moment. Tomorrow, at Imperial Corp’s anniversary event, Lucas will deal with him."

Margaret perked up. "Lucas?"

Sophia smirked. "Yes. I’ll be attending the event with him. And believe me, Lucas won’t let Nathan walk away unscathed."

Margaret and Jessica burst into laughter.

"Oh, that’s perfect!" Jessica clapped her hands. "Lucas’s father already has a strong foothold in Imperial Corp, doesn’t he?"

Sophia leaned back in her chair, confidence radiating from her tone. "Exactly. He’s been working closely with insiders, and the final project proposal is already nearly approved. Once the new chairman signs it tomorrow, Lucas’s family will rise to second-tier status in the city."

Margaret gasped. "You mean—"

Sophia smiled. "That’s right. Once the deal is secured, the Miller and Milton families will both benefit. This is our chance to move up in status, Mother. Lucas and his family will ensure that."

Jessica was practically buzzing with excitement. "And when Lucas sees Nathan tomorrow? He’s going to tear him apart!"

Margaret grinned. "Oh, I can’t wait to see that filthy stray humiliated in front of the entire city!"

Sophia smirked. "Let Nathan enjoy his little fantasy for one more day. Tomorrow, he’ll learn where he truly belongs."

Back inside the store, the atmosphere had completely changed.

The store owner, still wiping sweat from his brow, stood before Nathan and Harper Valente, his hands trembling slightly. 

“Sir, I am really embarrassed about the misbehaviour you had to endure. I have already refunded the amount to your card, just please…”

He cleared his throat, adding;

"It would be a great favor if you accept the Golden Ginseng as a small token of apology from us.”

The store owner stammered, bowing deeply and hoping that Harper wouldn't scold him once again. But thankfully, her lips were pressed into a grim line. 

“It was entirely our fault for the disrespect you faced. I… I hope this can make amends! Please come visit our store again."

The clerks, now standing silently in the background, dared not even breathe loudly, afraid they’d be fired next.

Nathan glanced at the herb, then back at Harper.

Harper remained impassive, her expression unreadable.

Nathan smirked. "Giving it to me for free, huh? Are you trying to get on my good side?"

The store owner gulped. "I-It’s the least I can do, sir! Please, don’t hold this against us!"

Nathan studied him for a moment before casually picking up the herb. "Fine. I’ll accept it."

The store owner sighed in visible relief.

Harper turned on her heel, still not satisfied with their apology. 

"We’re done here."

Nathan followed her, the store staff bowing deeply as they left.

Nathan sat cross-legged in the villa’s meditation room, the Golden Ginseng placed carefully before him. The room was dimly lit, silent except for the faint hum of energy vibrating in the air.

He took a deep breath, letting the knowledge of the cultivation techniques flood his mind. The moment he began circulating his energy, he felt it.

A surge of raw power pulsed through his veins.

His muscles tightened. His skin prickled. His senses sharpened.

The energy flowed through his meridians, clearing blockages, refining his inner force, and strengthening his body at an unnatural rate.

Hours passed like minutes. His focus was absolute. His body absorbed the essence of the Golden Ginseng, and his strength soared.

By the time dawn’s light streamed through the windows, Nathan opened his eyes.

His heart was steady. His mind was clear. His body was overflowing with power.

Despite not sleeping all night, he didn’t feel the slightest bit tired.

He stood up, stretching his fingers. His movements felt… different. Stronger. More controlled.

Nathan smirked. "Not bad. Not bad at all."

Today was going to be fun.

Dressed in a sleek black suit that fit him perfectly, Nathan arrived at Imperial Corp’s headquarters, exuding a presence that commanded attention.

The massive glass skyscraper loomed over the city, its exterior a reflection of power and dominance.

As he stepped toward the entrance, he felt it—eyes on him.

A sneer. A scoff. A presence filled with familiar disdain.

Nathan turned his head slightly, and his smirk widened.

Standing there, blocking the entrance, was Lucas Milton—Sophia's new fiancé.

And right beside him, dressed in an elegant designer outfit, was Sophia Miller.

The moment her gaze met Nathan’s, a flicker of shock crossed her face—but it was quickly replaced by a cold smirk.

Lucas, arms crossed, let out a mocking chuckle. "Well, well, look who we have here. A stray dog sniffing around places he doesn’t belong."

Sophia folded her arms, tilting her head. "Nathan, what are you even doing here? Last time I checked, Imperial Corp doesn’t allow beggars through the front door."

Nathan let out a low chuckle, completely unfazed.

He slid his hands into his pockets, his posture relaxed. Too relaxed.