Rightfully Mine:All Belongs To Nathan Snyder

Kowtow to you three times

His negative attitude towards having a fiancée didn't go unnoticed by Margaret. She saw his displeasure.

Margaret tried to clear the awkwardness "Miss Ella. Young master is just a little tired"

Ella didn't reply her. Instead, she smiled at Damon and left the house.

In a mansion, nestled away from the bustle of the outside world, Ella got out of her car angrily and entered the house. Her mother, Mrs Evans was in the living room. Ella threw her bag on the couch and folded her arms across her chest

"What's wrong honey? Why do you have that face on? Mrs Evans dropped the newspaper and asked

" Mom, Nathan despises me. You have to see the way he acted towards me as if he doesn't want to be around me at all " She whined

Mrs Evans took a sip of her juice before she replied " Relax. He only just got back today. He's only overwhelmed by all that has been happening. Give him time"

Ella heaved a heavy sigh and replied "I hope so, Mom. All I want is to be by his side. If not, I don't want to imagine what would happen"

Mrs Evans softly stroked Ella's hair and smiled. After a while, Ella went upstairs into her room. Just as Mrs Evans was about to continue reading her newspaper, she received a message from Damon saying they should meet up

The next day, after Damon was done with his breakfast. He went to Oliver's room to check up on him. He met him eating his breakfast

Oliver motioned for Damon to come closer when he saw him. He pushed his food aside and looked at Damon seriously " Grandpa has something to give you" Oliver went to the drawer and opened the bottom drawer. He reached for under the pile of books and pulled out an envelope

Oliver gave Damon the envelope and said "Throughout the years, I, alongside your parents have been storing money in this card. We planned to give it to you once you turn eighteen"

His tone changed at the mention of Nathan's parents

"Due to the things that happened, we weren't able to. But, now you're here. I feel I should give this to you. This is your bank card. This is not the account where the company's money enters, it's just for pocket money. And the pin is ******"

Damon brought out the black card which was lined with gold design at the edges. It was evident that normal residents couldn't own one

Damon was confused about Oliver's behaviour. The previous day he was acting like a child. Now, he was acting normal.

"You can use this card to do whatever you want in the meantime before you familiarise yourself with how things are done with the companies as well. Your uncle, Jeremy has been managing the companies. But since you're here, I feel there's no need for him to anymore. After all, everything belonged to your father. Rightfully, now it should belong to you, Nathan "

Damon nodded as a sign that he understood

Oliver continued eating after he was done talking.

Damon left the room and went down to the living room. He saw Margaret tending to some things

"You mentioned Grandpa was ill. Does his illness come and go?"

Margaret halted what she was doing and looked at Damon "Yes, you can put it that way. Sometimes, he's normal. Sometimes, he acts like a child. Most times, when his illness is not acting up, he prefers to isolate himself. Why? Did anything happen?"

"No, nothing. Is his condition improving at all?"

"The private doctors we hired weren't able to do much. They all said his condition is greatly affected by his mental health and his will to get better"

"Mhm" Damon replied and left the house.

He took a car from the garage and headed out. While he was in the slums, one of the part-time jobs he was into was driving. He drove wealthy people around, so he was an experienced driver

Damon soon got to a boutique. He entered and asked the first salesperson where the men's section was

The lady scrutinised him from head to toe and squeezed her face in disgust "This is a store for high-class people. If you're looking for a store for second-hand outfits, go down the street"

Damon was wearing a faded brown shirt and bltrouserfrom the previous day. There was a slight tear in his shirt's breast area, making him look more wretched. Even his sandals were low-grade

"I'm here to buy clothes. Is this how you treat your customers?" Damon's teeth gritted together

The lady replied nonchalantly "I was sparing the both of us time and energy by telling you where you can find a store of your level. Don't act all mighty!"

Another saleslady noticed what was happening and intervened "Just let him look around. Once he's done, he will leave"

The first saleslady rolled her eyes and left to attend to another customer. With no other choice, the second saleslady had to follow him around, because she feared he would steal something

Damon walked around the boutique and picked a few outfits that he admired. Behind him, the saleslady was raging.

"All these outfits are expensive. Are you sure you can afford them? Don't waste my time here. Following you around won't pay my salary!" She rudely said

"I will pay for these outfits. If this is how you treat customers here, then soon enough, no one will come here to shop" Damon dipped his hands in his pocket and reprimanded her

The lady was swelling in rage "Who are you to speak to me like this? The clothes you're wearing is equivalent to a rag! The lowest thing in this boutique is twelve thousand dollars and it's for a tie. You're only wasting my time by having me tail you around. It's better you go out now"

The lady spoke high enough to garner the attention of the people in the boutique. In little to no time, a few people already gathered to see what was going on

Damon lightly massaged his glabella. The world is truly a harsh place for poor people. He tried to suppress the anger in his voice as he said "I will pay for all these. Why are you kicking up a fuss over nothing?"

"Alright then! Pay for it. If you are able to pay for all of these, I'll kowtow to you three times" The saleslady said.

The first saleslady from earlier emerged from the crowd and scoffed " I thought you've have figured this wasn't a place for you and left already. But as it seems, you will never learn until you have fallen"

Damon ignored them and went to pay for the clothes he picked. Once the price was calculated, it amounted to 115000 dollars

Damon was stupefied at the price. He had only taken a few shirts and trousers, how did things get out of hand?

He started to feel fear creep into his bones. But he maintained his stance and gave them the black card. He had crossed the point of backing off. All he could do was pray that he had up to that amount in his bank account

Once he brought out the black card, a couple of people gasped including the salesladies

"How did that card get into his hands? So far I know, only eight people in the world can possess that card" Someone from the crowd spoke up

" I heard the same too. Is it possible that he's an influential person? I heard wealthy people nowadays like to disguise themselves as poor people"

"I'm sure that's a fake card" The first saleslady who was initially alarmed calmed herself down. It was impossible that he was a wealthy man. She would recognise a wealthy person at first glance. After all, she has worked with a few rich people before

Damon inputted his pin and waited for the process to be over. He had his fingers crossed and hoped things would go well for him. Otherwise, he would be utterly embarrassed

The machine turned red

Damon gulped. He was done for!