Man Of Honour: Never The Loser, Ex-wife!

The Command

The so-called nobody made a call as soon as he left the estate, which had been his hole for five years.

“I am ready,” he said into the phone.

“Oh, what wonderful news, Mr. Cross. I am on my way.”

Julian disconnected the call and raised his face to the cool air.

Despite how tempting it was, he refused to look back at the past.

He had only walked a few paces when four black Aston Martins and a limo parked beside him.

Men in black suits jumped down from the four cars and bowed to him.

A distinguished older man in a white suit got down from the car and walked briskly to him.

“Welcome back, Young Master.”

“Thank you, Henry,” Julian said.

He entered the limo the older man gestured at.

Henry Petrovich was the most dignified man in Jetrovale. He was only second to his master, Harold Cross, Julian's grandfather.

Despite Henry's influence in Jetrovale, he was still acting as a companion and assistant to Harold in Quiset.

Harold had singlehandedly raised Henry from the slums of Quiset.

Henry never forgot that, and always ensured that everything and everyone that belonged to him was always at the beck and call of the Cross family.

He was the most trusted person to Harold.

As Julian entered the limo, he raised his brow at the case of the latest Humi phone.

Julian had seen it on the internet days ago, when it was announced that it was the costliest collection of the luxury phone brand yet.

Humi only made three of the eight-hundred-million-dollar phones.

“You told him, didn't you?” Julian asked in resignation as he sank into the opulent leather couch.

Henry gave a sheepish smile and said, “Not deliberately, Young Master. He somehow got it out of me.”

Julian snorted with humour. “I bet. How is the old man?” he asked affectionately.

“He has been pining for you. He is way better now that he knows you are coming back. He sent me to stay close by and wait for your signal.”

Julian nodded and smiled genuinely. He really had missed the old man.

Staying away from him all these years had been hard, but he had been holding on to the hope that Susan would love him genuinely.

After which he would reveal his identity. Instead, he had been helping her company with his resources, taking it from a rundown company to what it was today.

“All for what?” he thought bitterly, thinking of Susan getting engaged to Isaac at that exact time.

After she tossed his mother's priceless pink diamond ring. 

Julian refused to believe his parents’ love token was gone just like that. 

“He got this customised for you. He couldn't wait to give it to you, so he told me to bring it,” Henry said as he held the box to Julian.

Julian knew Henry must have seen his small phone when he brought the pre-stamped divorce agreement.

If Henry knew, then his grandpa knew.

The golden Humi had a camera set within a 14-carat diamond.

Julian groaned when he saw the customised words.

Young Master Cross

“Really?” he drawled with a raised brow at Henry.

The old man was definitely responsible for the order.

“Who even uses words like Young Master anymore? This is extra, Henry.”

“Nothing is too extra for you, Young Master. I know you like being low-key, but your pedigree is evident for all. This phone is nothing compared to what your grandpa has ready for you.”

Pedigree. Another word that only Henry would use so casually. The old man was wrong about something, though.

The Gibsons had never realised who lived among them.

All they saw was the penniless online teacher with cheap wears and humble carriage.

Most people only see what they want to see.

Throw a prince in a beggar's cloth and most would see him as just that.

A beggar.

Soon, they arrived at the helipad, and the helicopter was soon in the air.

Julian threw the small phone in the trash.

Breaking the SIM, he tossed it too.

“Now, you have all the freedom you need, Susan,” he said with such finality that Henry pitied the fool who had dared to let a man like Young Master go.

He inserted the new SIM and powered the phone.

Then he sent a message to the number he knew by heart.

“Take back everything I gave to the Gibsons.”

The person on the other end was shocked.

As he knew the Gibsons would be less than dirt-poor once Julian took everything he had been secretly supporting them with all these years back.

“Everything, sir?” the person asked, to be sure he hadn't heard wrong.

“Every damn thing,” Julian commanded.

Something clicked shut in his mind, locking the door on memories he had held on to for too long.

Only then did he raise his hand to the attendant on standby.

The attendant quickly stepped forward to pour the iced champagne eagerly.

None of the attending staff knew who the man onboard was.

Still, a man that even Mr Petrovich was so respectful towards must definitely be very important.

Leaving a good impression was very vital.

On the other end, the person he called shook his head as he looked at the long list of things he had done for the Gibsons over the years on Julian's command.

“Oh, you folks are done for now,” he tutted as he set out to do what he had been ordered.