From Broken To Billionaire

CHAPTER 5 : The Boutique

The moment Logan entered the hotel room, he felt as if he had stepped into another world.

The room was wide, bright, and beautifully arranged with a large bed in the center, a long glass window overlooking the city, and soft white lights that filled the entire space.

The air conditioning unit hummed gently, blowing cool air all over the room.

Logan stood there for a few seconds, staring. He had never been inside a place like this before.

Though he had been to a couple of hotels, he had never been to a five star hotel. He had only visited the lower grades and mostly inns and motels.

Logan moved slowly, as though he was afraid touching anything would make it disappear.

He placed his small bag on a chair and walked into the bathroom.

The bathroom alone looked like something from a rich man’s video, the walls were made of glass, white tiles, silver faucets, and a shower that probably cost more than his entire apartment.

Logan turned on the shower and warm water burst out. He stepped in and closed his eyes as the water hit his skin.

It felt like the stress of the day was washing off him. He stood there for a long time, letting the water relax every part of him.

When he finally stepped out, he wrapped himself in a thick towel. It was soft, so soft he almost hugged it. He walked into the room again, put on the hotel’s robe, and fell onto the bed.

“This… is crazy,” he whispered to himself.

He lay there, thinking about everything that had happened. Pa Lancaster. The men in black suits, the hotel.

His life was about to change completely. That thought kept echoing in his mind over and over.

After a while, Logan sat up. He suddenly remembered the envelope in his pocket, the one with the golden crest.

He picked it from beside him, ran his finger over the seal, and carefully broke it open.

Inside was a document, it was formal and elegant. He pulled them out and began reading.

To Logan Elias Lancaster, Son of Elias Lancaster, Rightful heir to the Lancaster inheritance.

Seeing this, his breathing hitched.

Page after page detailed information, his father’s investments, the companies under the Lancaster Group, properties, land, real estate, stocks, assets, trusts, and accounts with impossible amounts of money with his name attached to all of it.

Everything now belonged to him.

Logan shook his head slowly, as he read more, flipping through each section.

The Lancaster Group was bigger than he imagined. His father’s investments were everywhere, technology companies, hotels, banks, factories, oil firms, fashion lines, luxury stores. It was too much to take in.

For a moment, Logan put the papers down and closed his eyes. He felt the weight of everything, his life had changed in just a few hours.

With that, he lay back down and slowly drifted off to sleep, the documents resting on his chest.

*** ***

The next morning, Logan woke up to the soft light shining through the curtains. He stretched, still surprised by how comfortable the night had been. He had never slept so well before.

His phone suddenly rang beside him, and he quickly grabbed it.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Young master, good morning,” a familiar voice said. “I am outside the hotel. I came to take you to the boutique as promised. Please come down when you’re ready.”

It was one of the men in black suits.

“I’ll be there soon,” Logan replied.

With that, he got up, freshened up quickly, he put on the same clothes from yesterday and headed downstairs.

Outside, the man stood beside a black car,a totally different car from the one of yesterday.

As soon as he saw Logan, he bowed slightly. “Good morning, young master.”

“Good morning,” Logan said. “Thank you for waiting.”

The man opened the door for Logan, who entered the car. As they began driving, Logan looked at the man.

“What’s your name?” Logan asked with a raised brow. He felt it would only be ideal to know the name of this man.

The man looked surprised for a second. Probably no one of high class has ever shown interest in knowing what his name was. “My name is Robert, young master.”

“Alright. Nice to meet you, Robert,” Logan said.

Robert smiled a little. “It is an honor to serve you.”

The drive continued smoothly, and soon they approached the boutique. It was a huge place with glass windows and mannequins dressed in expensive clothing.

Logan stared at the building. A thought came to him suddenly.

“Robert?” he said.

“Yes, young master?” Robert replied immediately.

Logan's brows knitted. “I want to go in alone.”

Robert turned his head sharply, shocked. “Alone? Young master, I must advise…”

“No,” Logan said calmly. “I want to go alone. Just this once.”

“But… young master, we should be with you,” Robert insisted gently. “It is not safe. And it is our duty…”

“I know,” Logan said, cutting him off. “But I want to do this by myself.”

Robert hesitated. Then he sighed and bowed his head. “If that is your wish, then we will obey.”

Hearing this, Logan nodded.

After a while, they parked a little farther away so Logan would walk the rest of the distance which he did.

The moment Logan stepped inside the boutique, he felt the same feeling he had felt at the hotel, he felt underdressed and out of place.

The boutique was huge and filled with all kinds of designer clothes. People inside were dressed in expensive outfits, and the smell of perfume filled the air.

A lady with dark hair saw him first. She smiled warmly and walked toward him.

“Good morning, sir. How may I help you?” she asked kindly.

Logan relaxed a bit seeing the welcoming smile on her face. “I’m just here to get some clothes.”

“Oh, of course. Let me show you where you can find the best ones.”

With that, she started guiding him around the boutique. But as they walked, another worker noticed them. A blonde-haired lady.

Her eyes narrowed and then she scoffed loudly. “Why are you wasting your time with him?” she said.

This came as a shock to Logan causing him to stop. The black-haired lady on the other hand looked embarrassed.

“Please ignore her,” she whispered.

But the blonde-haired lady continued. “This place is not for paupers. People like him can’t afford even a button here.”