Rise Of The Billionaire Son

A Young Master?

All through the bail process and up until the point where Chris walked out of the police station, he was in shock. A while ago, he didn’t even have the hope of paying a huge sum of $5000 for his bail. But then a savior swooped in and paid.

It was unbelievable!

Fortunately for him, he had to believe because he had his freedom now. And now, he wanted to get back to his job as quickly as possible and not let his family know that he had been at the police station. He had already lost his girlfriend, he didn’t want to go through the heartache of losing his job and having his father disappointed in him.

A few steps forward, he saw an elderly man standing beside a black car. However, the man was all too familiar to him, “Uncle Steve?”

“Is that you?” He rushed toward the old man quickly. Steven Jackson was his neighbor, an old man who had always helped him and his family in every little way. Seeing him there, Chris thought that the old man had helped him once again.

He held the old man’s hand with a look of gratitude, “Thank you, Uncle. You saved me. I would be rotting in there if you had not come for me.”

“Chris…” The old man only smiled, slowly letting go of his hand making Chris frown. Why was the old man pulling away?

“You don’t have to thank me, Mr. Chris.” The old man bowed, with so much respect causing Chris’s frown to go even deeper.

“Mr?” Chris was confused. “Uncle Steve, what’s wrong? You are acting so weird.”

On the other hand, Steve was not fazed by Chris’s question, he only turned to open the car door, “Get in.”

Chris was beyond shocked at this moment, “You own this car?” He quickly ran around the car and he could attest to the fact that the car was an expensive one, luxurious, and one only those wealthy masters would drive.

He could never believe that the old man who lived in a poor neighborhood could own such a car. How did the old man even afford $5000 easily for his bail?

“Uncle Steve, are you into gambling?” Chris blurted out before even thinking. He covered his mouth quickly and shot Steve an apologetic look.

However, once again, Steve smiled but this time, he chuckled heartily, looking at Chris with a doting expression. “You are going to find out soon enough whether I am into gambling or not.”

“Get in.” He pointed at the car, directing Chris to get in.

Chris stood there for a few minutes but then he knew the old man wouldn’t be able to harm him. As a good citizen of the country, he was determined to find out whether there was an illegal scheme going on and he might be able to report it as he should.

“You better not hide anything from me, Uncle,” Chris warned sternly as the old man got into the car. Soon, the car started and the drive lasted for twenty minutes before they drove through a large open gate. The car then stopped before a large manor that had statues, trees, and even a fountain occupying the front yard. It gave an antique vibe yet modern.

The whole place screamed money and Chris knew he could never be welcomed in a place like that.

“Why have you brought me here? Do you want me to be embarrassed?” Chris was cautious as the old man opened the door and he got out. But the scene that greeted him as he looked straight at the entrance of the manor shocked him.

There were two rows of neatly dressed people lined before the entrance and he was sure there were more than twenty. How could a place house this many people?!

“Why are they here? Who are they?” He asked.

“Your servants,” Steve answered proudly. 

“Welcome, young master Chris!” The servants’ voice boomed throughout the whole manor and Chris froze in shock. His head was reeling from what they had just said.

Was this some sick joke? Him? A young master? He could say that he was young but a master was taking it too far!

“You are playing a prank on me, right, Uncle?” Chris smiled, uneasily, seeking clarification.

“Wait until you get inside.” There was a subtle smirk on Steve’s face that shocked Chris. When did this man get this cunning? Steve led him into the manor and as he walked, the servants spread apart and lined up behind him, following him into the mansion.

He looked around, wondering whether they were trying to kidnap him. He knew that some rich people were engaged in trafficking and they could sell him at a high price. However, he was quickly distracted by the grandeur of the building. It was simply luxurious and opulent.

Soon, the grand door leading inside the manor opened, and Chris's eyes zeroed in on a man sitting on a luxurious chair.

He frowned, “Dad, what are you doing here?”