SEAN CASTLE THE SECRET TRILLIONAIRE

Chapter 7

Mr Walter looked once more at his grandson.

“You're no longer that broken young man on the street. You are of royal blood. A lion that's been locked away. But now, it's time to let the world hear your roar.”

For the first time in years, Sean stood upright with pride, his posture firm, and his eyes burning with newfound purpose.

“Yes, grandfather,” he said with confidence.

Mr Walter Castle looked at Sean with a smile beaming like a morning in his face.

“Make yourself comfortable, and also get ready for the announcement and the handing over tomorrow.”

“Mr Richard would provide you with all that is needed for you to look good and elegant tomorrow.”

Sean was stunned, he didn't believe he was going to be treated with respect and honor someday.

The information about the return of Sean Castle was passed out to the staff working in the Castle estate, high-ranking family members and the board of the Emigrant Emerald conglomerate.

The information came as a shocking wave to all those who heard it, because they couldn't believe it.

The castle estate was full of activity, with staff working tirelessly to ensure that everything was positioned in the grand conference hall at the heart of the mansion.

At 6pm, Mr Richard returned to the Mansion after a long day of hectic work. But his work for the day was far from over.

Immediately after he returned, he was summoned by Mr Walter, who called him to come to his room.

Ding dong! Ding dong!, the doorbell rings.

“Come in, Richard,” echoed from the speaker and with that, the door was open.

“You sent for me, sir.”

“Yes, I want you to take Sean to the Elegant Emerald boutique, let him have the best suit, wrist watch, and a pair of shoes fitted and suitable for tomorrow.”

With that, Mr Richard takes a bow and works out, followed by Sean.

As they were going, Sean asked, “Do I necessarily need the suit, watch and shoes?”

“Yes, as the heir to the Castle family and the soon-to-be owner of the Emigrant Emerald conglomerate. You need to be at your best and look elegant.”

He paused and cleared his throat before he continued.

“Tomorrow isn't just an ordinary day, but is the day the heir of the Castle family, who has not been seen for years, will be present before the Castle family and the board members of the Emigrant organization.”

Mr Richard and Sean came out of the mansion, entered the car, and signalled the driver to move.

After some hours of driving, the driver finally packed and stopped at the front of the Emigrant Emerald boutique, and the car door was opened for both Mr Richard and Sean to come down.

Sean was the first to walk in, admiring the beauty and how well decorated the place was.

When the sales vendor Miss Dorcas saw him, she looked down on him with disdain on her face, wondering what a low-budget man like Sean could afford in the boutique.

The Emigrant Emerald boutique was known as a place where rich and high-class people came to buy their clothes. Especially for important meetings or occasions.

And every one of their clothes, watches, and shoes is worth more than $100.

When Miss Dorcas saw Sean staring at one of the beautiful gold watches, she quickly rushed to him, thinking that Sean had an ulterior motive to steal the watch.

“Hey,” she waved at Sean.

“How much is the watch?” Sean asked.

Miss Dorcas was surprised by the boldness of Sean to ask for the price of a watch he won't be able to afford.

She laughed out loud, “How much do you think this watch is worth?” She asked

Sean calmly replied to her, "I don't know, but I like it, that's why I asked to know the price.”

Sean knew very well that money wasn't the problem, but the laughter from Miss Dorcas made him furious.

“You're a joker, do you think this place is for a low-budget person like you, who goes around admiring and asking the price of what they can't afford?”

The insult from the sales Miss Dorcas reminded him of the three years of insult, humiliation and betrayal he suffered from the Harris family

At this point, he was very enraged and furious. He clenched his fist and was ready to teach Miss Dorcas how to talk to people and never to look down on them, no matter how they looked.

At this point, Mr Richard, who was a distance away from Sean and Miss Dorcas, was just there, observing what was going on. He was very furious, and his eyes were burning like fire at the sight of the scene he had just witnessed, and he decided that it was time to teach Miss Dorcas a lesson.

He hurriedly worked up to Miss Dorcas, and without any words from him, he landed three thunderous slaps on her face, which sent shock waves to all the faces of those who were at the boutique.

“How dare you talk to him like that?” Ask Mr Richard

Miss Dorcas, with her hand still on her face, was so shocked that she couldn't even alter a word.

“Where is the manager?” Mr Richard asked

But there was no response, because everyone was still in shock at what happened, followed by silence, murmuring, and asking one another who Sean was.

Since there was no response, Mr Richard brought out his phone and dialled a number. And in less than 10 seconds, the call was answered.

“I'm giving you 1 second to meet me at the boutique, or you will have yourself to blame for the rest of your life.”

Mr Richard didn't even drop his phone when the manager came trembling.

Mr Richard wasn't just an ordinary person; he was known for his authoritative power and influence. He's the kind of a person you don't want to mess with if you love your life.

“What kind of mannerless vendor did you hire? asked Mr Richard.

At this point, the manager knew that Miss Dorcas had done something wrong, because he could see the fire burning in Mr Richard's eyes.

He quickly fell on his knees pleading to make things right, but Mr Richard wasn't even buying into that.

“You are fired,” says Mr Richard.

Miss Dorcas immediately went on her knees pleading and asking Mr Richard to spare her, that it was never going to happen again.

Mr Richard turned swiftly and looked at the manager, "Do you want to lose your job? If she is still here at the count of three, you will have yourself to blame.”

The manager turned and looked at Miss Dorcas, and was about to tell her to leave, but was he stopped by Sean

“Let her be, and turning to Miss Dorcas, this should be a lesson to you, never to look down on people, no matter their look.”

With that being said, Sean turns and starts making his pick, the gold watch, a well-fitted suit with a milky colour and a pair of shoes, and he is done without wasting any time.

With a snap of a finger from Mr Richard, the driver came in and packed everything and put it inside the car.

Mr Richard, still furious, turned to the manager, “Talk to your sales vendors, what happened today shouldn't repeat itself, or else you will bear the consequence for it.”

Mr Richard and Sean walk out, hop into the car, and the driver, who was already waiting for them, ignites the engine and drives away.

It was already late in the night when they arrived at the castle estate. The driver drove in and parked at the front of the mansion. Mr Richard and Sean stepped out and walked inside, while the driver drove the car to park it in the garage.

Sean and Mr Richard went to their separate rooms to have a good night's rest, to wake up early and prepare for the next day.

Tik tak! Tik tak! Tik tak!

The clock was moving

And the long-awaited was finally here. The sun had barely risen when the castle estate was already alive with activity. Staff, rushing in and out to make all the necessary preparations before the event started.

All the high-ranking family members of the castle family and the board members of the Emigrant Emerald conglomerate were already present, waiting eagerly in the grand conference hall.

Meanwhile, Sean, in his room, was already prepared and dressed, looking good and flamboyant in this milky colour suit with the gold watch on his wrist.

At 9 am, the event started, and the grand conference hall was very lively with soft music playing in the background. While everyone was waiting to see and meet the heir of the Castle family, Mr Walter, Sean's grandfather, walked in with a staff with a gold lion head, signifying authority and power.

He greeted all the guests before making his way to the stage.

“Today is one of the happiest days of my life. Since the death of my first son, Jonathan Castle, I have been wondering who will continue the legacy of this great family, but today marks the end to my fears.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you Sean Castle, my grandson, son of Jonathan Castle, and the sole heir to the Castle family.”

“A sound of applause filled the air.”

Sean walked in and walked up to the stage and stood tall beside his grandfather, and took over the mic.

“Many of you will not know me, I'm Sean Castle, a guy who once had nothing, suffered, insulted, humiliated and betrayed by those I love, but today the story is about to change from Sean, the once homeless guy, to a TRILLIONAIRE.”

And with that being said, Mr Walter handed over a document to Sean, declaring him the owner of the Emigrant Emerald conglomerate. He removed an old ring with the family crest-a ring passed down through generations representing authority and power and slid it in Sean's finger, including the staff.

Murmurs began to echo from both the family members and the board members, questioning the decision of Mr Walter.

Mr Raymond Sean, uncle, stood up and opposed the idea of handing over the Emigrant Emerald conglomerate to Sean.

“Father, I think Sean is not worthy and capable of leading the organization; he is too young, has no experience, and might end up ruining our family legacy.”

“How dare you try to question my decision?” asked Mr Walter.

At this point, the grand conference hall was silent as a grave; no one dared speak when Mr Walter was talking.

“This is my decision and his final.”

He paused, then continued.