Chapter 8
Author: Azeez Dada
last update2025-09-09 16:20:26

Chapter eight

Lucas exited the reservation in fast strides, but his best friends, Charlotte and Dominic, the dorm leader, chased after him. They couldn’t just let him leave like that when it hadn’t been long since he came.

Also, Charlotte felt like it was her fault. She owed him an apology for how things turned out to be.

“Lucas, don’t leave, please. What’s more important is your intentions. You brought a gift and I value it so much.” She briefly explained as she caught up to him and grabbed his hand in a bid to stop him from leaving.

Quickly, Dominic added. “Lucas, you should at least have a share of the cake or juice before you leave. If you leave, it will be pointless for us to stay behind.”

Lucas smiled and replied. “Enjoy yourself here. Charlotte, Dominic, I seriously have something to do, I am not deceiving you both.”

He explained, but after studying their expression closely, he could tell that they didn’t believe him. It all came back to the card his sister gave him. That VIP card which had a minimum spending limit of a million dollars had unexpectedly gotten him into trouble again.

However, Charlotte and Dominic tried persuading him again, but it was all to no avail. Lucas still left regardless.

“Where is that trash bag? He has left already? I was hoping he could run some errands for me.”

After Charlie and Dominic gave up and returned to the reservation, James, who was seated comfortably, looked at them and mocked them.

“James, enough is enough. Can’t you stop bullying Lucas? Stop taking advantage of the fact that he is an easy target. You are just a bully!” Dominic’s eyes were full of moisture as he retorted at him, unable to withstand it anymore.

“Hahahaha, he was asking for trouble. I am not the one who brought a counterfeit item to my best friend's birthday. He came here to cheat Charlotte's feelings, claiming it’s from Cartier. Shouldn’t you be thanking me for opening your eyes?” James replied.

Charlotte could only shake her head as a bitter smile flashed across her face.

On the other hand, Lucas who had left was wandering on the street. Before, he always prayed to become rich, but now that he was rich, he didn’t feel much different.

He had spent 1.5 million and didn’t even get to have fruit juice at the party. To make it worst, he was ridiculed and considered a moron. Thinking about it alone was making him drowsy, so he brushed the thoughts off.

Growl!

Just then, his stomach growled. He paused and realized he hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday. A sad smile curled up on his lips and he began to contemplate whether he should go to a restaurant to eat or perhaps grab a few snacks from a store.

Ring! Ring!

However, a call came in, disrupting his focus. He quickly pulled his phone out, only to see it was Estelle calling. His mood immediately brightened and without any hesitation, he answered it.

“Sister!” He smiled.

“Lucas, where are you? What are you up to?” She sounded curious over the phone.

“Nothing. What’s up? I’m just leisurely walking on the street.”

“Then why don’t you help me out on something?”

Lucas's eyes narrowed as he began wondering what it might be.

“Okay. What’s that?” He asked.

“Have you heard of Blue Vile Commercial Street? I invested and developed the street when I visited you years ago. I need your help to renew the contract on my behalf. I won’t be able to come over.”

“Also, this project is jointly owned by the two of us. So your signatures can cover both of us. So now, go and sign the contract, okay?”

Lucas was in a daze, he was so shocked that he became speechless.

“Lucas, are you there?” Estelle called out, as he hadn’t given a response for a while now.

Though Lucas heard every word she said, he was just so lost. Who wouldn’t be?

Blue Vile Commercial Street?

That place was one of the most mesmerizing features of the blue vile city. The place was packed with shops and the businesses there were prosperous.

At the peak of the commercial street, there was a hot spring resort that was built according to the structure of the mountain. This place was constantly visited by tycoons all other the city as it was considered as one of the best places to hang out and for relaxation.

After connecting the dots in his head, he wondered if their family owned this entire place.

“Estelle, are you serious? Our family owns the commercial street?”

“Come on! After calling out to you for so long? Do you still think I’m kidding? I developed it myself. Back then I couldn’t start many businesses in multiple industries with my name, so I used yours. I used your name, Lucas. That means you own half of the place.”

“Look for the manager who is named Orion Johnson when you arrive at the hot spring villa. I have informed him about you, the second boss. Now go there and sign the contract.”

Lucas remained silent, still processing what she had further said.

“Okay, I’ll hang up first. I have a few important things to do.” With that, she hung up the phone.

Lucas held his phone for a while. The hot spring villa had restaurants, entertainment centers, and accommodation all under one roof. It was the main villa next to the mountain and below it was the commercial street built along the mountain stretch.

Lucas gulped down hard. He was already by the road, so what he did was to hail a cab and gave the address of the street. It took a few hours before he arrived.

Throughout the ride, he was brewing with excitement and also curiosity. Just as Estelle had told him, he went to the host spring villa first.

After paying the cab driver, he was about to walk in when someone yelled.

“Stop right there! Where are you going?”

Lucas looked over and saw two receptionists walking his way.

“Did you book a reservation here?” One of them asked sarcastically.

Since they were receptionists, they were used to seeing big shots and tycoons, but Lucas here didn’t look like one at all. Even a cleaner in this place dressed better than the bargain clothes he was wearing.

“I didn’t book a reservation. I am here to look for someone.” Lucas replied.

At the same time, he couldn’t help but be stunned by their feminine features. No wonder people said that the hot spring villa was a paradise here in Blue Vile.

They looked like graduates and yet, they were working here. Lucas could swear that both of them could audition for modeling and wouldn’t lack in any aspect.

“Who are you looking for?” The other sneered. The frown on their faces deepened and was filled with disgust.

“I am looking for Mr. Orion Johnson.” Though Lucas noticed their disdainful look, he didn’t care. He had to complete the task regardless.

The receptionist turned to look at the other, surprised. A person like Lucas wanted to see their manager? It seemed he didn’t know who he was dealing with.

Or perhaps he thought the manager was someone he could randomly meet? It seemed he was just here to take a look at the scenery but nothing more. Yet, he was using their manager's name to lie?

Such a shameless poor dude!

“I’m afraid you are not qualified for that. You’ll have to leave at this instant before we call the guards over.” One of the receptionists rebuked.

Smiling, the second joined in. “You think the manager is like those roadside hawkers you can meet at your convenience? Get lost right now!”

Lucas' mouth fell open. It seemed these people saw him less and were assuming he was just lying and making things up. Then again, he figured he had to call his sister and have her clarify things.

However, just as Lucas was about to head out to make a call, someone blocked his path and sneered.

“Miss Jen, what’s going on here? Does the hot spring villa allow just anyone onto its premises? What if he steals something? Will you take accountability for it?”

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