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

Ch-8

Nathan barely had to lift a finger, and yet chaos was unfolding all around him. The moment his deep, confident voice cut through the air, Lucas and Sophia instinctively took a step back. It wasn’t fear—not that they would ever admit—but a primal wariness, the kind that animals had when sensing a predator in their midst.  

Lucas recovered first, his lips curling in disdain. “What’s with that smug look? You think flashing a cheap knockoff of an exclusive black card makes you somebody?” He snorted. “I could probably get a better one printed at home. Maybe on shinier paper.”  

Sophia laughed, sharp and cruel. “Right? Did he pull it out of a cereal box? Or maybe it came as a buy-one-get-one-free deal with that disaster of an outfit he’s wearing.” She wrinkled her nose, eyeing Nathan’s sleek but understated attire. “Seriously, it’s embarrassing.”  

Nathan remained impassive, rolling the black card between his fingers as if their words were nothing more than a light breeze against his skin. The guard who had been sprawled on the floor finally got to his feet, wobbling slightly before regaining his balance. He glared at Nathan with unconcealed hostility.  

“I knew it!” the guard spat. “I knew something was off about you the moment you walked in. You’re a scammer, aren’t you? Thought you could waltz in here with a fake card and get past security?”  

A few onlookers murmured amongst themselves. Whispers of curiosity and amusement filled the air.  

“People like you make me sick,” Lucas sneered. “Pathetic lowlives trying to sneak into places they don’t belong. What next? Are you going to claim you own this place?”  

Sophia flipped her hair and scoffed. “God, it’s honestly laughable. If any common trash could get their hands on an exclusive card, what would even be the point of a VIP club?” Her voice dripped with mockery. “It’d be like letting stray dogs into a five-star restaurant.”  

Nathan tilted his head, finally looking at them as if noticing their existence for the first time. “Dogs?” His lips curled into a lazy smirk. “No, I wouldn’t insult dogs like that. They have loyalty, after all.” He glanced at Lucas. “You? You’re more like a parrot. Repeating the same nonsense over and over, squawking so loud that it’s almost impressive how you say so much yet mean so little.”  

Lucas’s face turned an ugly shade of red.  

Sophia gasped, indignant. “How dare—”  

Nathan cut her off, his gaze flicking over her dismissively. “And you… a peacock, maybe? Strutting around, all feathers and no substance. Flashy, yes. But useful? Not in the slightest.”  

Sophia’s jaw dropped, and for a second, she was too stunned to reply.  

Before she could launch into a tirade, the sound of hurried footsteps filled the lobby.  

The manager arrived, breathless and flustered. “What is going on here?” His gaze flickered over the scene, locking onto the security guard. “Why are you on the floor?”  

“This man,” the guard seethed, pointing an accusatory finger at Nathan, “is trying to use a fake black card to gain access to the VIP lounge. I was handling the situation when he attacked me.”  

The manager’s brows furrowed. His eyes settled on the black card in Nathan’s hand. For a brief second, hesitation flickered across his face. It looked like a legitimate black card—one issued only to the highest executives of Group A. But something was off. The design… it wasn’t quite the same.  

A decision formed in his mind.  

“This card is a counterfeit,” he declared firmly, his voice carrying authority. “Security, remove him at once.”  

Lucas grinned triumphantly. “Finally, someone with sense.”  

Sophia rolled her eyes. “I mean, it was obvious from the start. Did he really think he could fool us?”  

The guard stepped forward, eager to make up for his earlier stumble. “You heard the manager. Get out before we drag you out like the rat you are.”  

Nathan exhaled a quiet chuckle. It was almost… amusing. Their confidence, their blind arrogance—it was entertaining in a tragic sort of way. He was just about to speak when a sharp voice cut through the tension.  

“What the hell is going on here?”  

The entire room froze.  

A man in an impeccably tailored suit strode forward, exuding an air of absolute authority. The manager stiffened instantly, beads of sweat forming at his temple.  

“S-Sir,” he stammered. “This man was caught attempting to use a fraudulent black card to gain unauthorized access to the VIP lounge.”  

The superior’s sharp eyes landed on the card in Nathan’s hand. For a moment, his expression was unreadable. Then—  

SLAP!  

The manager staggered backward, clutching his cheek, stunned into silence.  

“Y-You…” he sputtered, looking at his superior in shock.  

The entire lobby watched in stunned silence.  

“Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?” the superior’s voice was ice. His gaze burned into the manager with sheer disgust. “That card isn’t fake, you absolute fool. It’s the highest-level black card within Imperial Corp. The kind issued above even your pay grade.”  

The color drained from the manager’s face. His legs nearly gave out beneath him.  

Lucas and Sophia paled.  

The security guard took an instinctive step back.  

Nathan’s lips twitched, but he said nothing, merely watching the unfolding disaster like a king surveying his subjects’ downfall.  

The superior turned sharply to Nathan, bowing slightly. “Mr. Nathan, I sincerely apologize for this unforgivable treatment. Please allow us to make amends immediately.”  

Nathan examined his nails. “Hmm. Unforgivable, you say? And yet, it happened.”  

Sophia swallowed hard. “W-We didn’t know—”  

“Oh?” Nathan finally turned to face her, tilting his head. “So if I had been a commoner, you would’ve treated me like a rat beneath your feet without a second thought? Is that what you’re saying?”  

Lucas opened his mouth but found no words.  

The superior’s glare turned murderous. “You two—get out of my sight before I ensure you never step foot in an Imperial property again.”  

Lucas and Sophia scrambled backward.  

The manager looked seconds away from fainting. “S-Sir, I—”  

“Save it.” The superior’s voice cut through his desperate plea like a blade. “You’ve embarrassed yourself enough for one day.”  

Nathan finally moved, stepping forward lazily until he was face-to-face with the manager.  

“Do you know what’s truly amusing about this?” he murmured. “I wasn’t even here to cause trouble. But you—you practically begged for your own downfall.”  

The manager shuddered.  

Nathan turned away, hands in his pockets. “Let’s go.”  

The superior nodded, personally escorting him toward the VIP lounge.  

As Nathan disappeared beyond the exclusive doors, the lobby remained silent—except for Lucas, Sophia, and the manager, who stood frozen in humiliation, their arrogance crumbling to dust.