Chapter 3

It's been 10 years since he left the orphanage home just so he could start up a business or find a job.

That was when he met Redds Carlos, on his way to get a job. He started working for him in the store and at home, even though he never received any income. The only benefit he got was squatting in their house and nothing more.

The next minute, he was asked to marry his daughter to save her reputation. At the end, all he received for his good deeds were betrayal.

He sighed, went back home, dressed up, took his bike and started it, heading towards the orphanage home that was located at the countryside.

The crazy moments he had in the orphanage home kept flooding through his mind as he drove. Even at the orphanage, he was still unlucky; being one of the feeble children that was easily bullied and looked down on.

All he knew about himself was that dropped at the orphanage when he was barely six years old. He couldn't recall a thing about his life before that. The only thing he had with him was the golden locket around his neck and he never took it off. Even the name ‘Felix Drake’ was given to him by the orphanage.

When he finally reached, he parked his bike, and was about walking into the building.

The only person he thought of visiting was his Granny Emma.

She was the owner of the orphanage and his only confidant in his stay there who always urged to bear whatever ridicule he received from his peers.

On going there he saw Mark Easton, his sworn enemy back then in the orphanage home.

He could remember having five friends from the orphanage who acted cool around him. But well, Mark being the devil's advocate, kept poisoning their minds about him till they began treating him with scorn and contempt.

He never liked Mark and wished never to cross paths with him again but now, here he was.

His entire dressing reflected that of a rich person so no how, he would have gotten richer.

"Hey, pauper!" Mark called the second he saw Felix, taking long strides towards him. It's been so long since he saw him but his attitude never changed. It only got worse.

"Looking for food in the orphanage home huh?" He snickered, looking down on him. His face was full of smug and self-satisfaction as he tucked his hands into the pockets of his Navy blue suit.

Felix didn't have time to bother with him. "I came to visit. Is there anything wrong with that?" He replied naturally.

Mark scoffed. "None of my fucking business dude, I just came to give charities to them. What about you?" He suddenly covered his mouth, "Oops! sorry, I was mistaken. I mean how can a stone-broke boy give charities when he can't even get money to feed himself." His tone was full of scorn and sarcasm, earning a few snickers from the people around.

Felix gritted his teeth in anger and balled his fists. He swallowed hard, suppressing his anger. If he was to vent out his anger, it would be a deadly sight. He turned away from him, ready to ignore him.

"Who do we have here?"

Felix heard another sardonic voice from his back. He turned to see Karl Whales— another annoying bully from the orphanage who was Mark's accomplice.

"Isn't it Felix, my dearest friend?" Karl sneered. "What in the world is he wearing? Tsk... I thought he will be in the same level with us now. Who would have thought he'll be worse than our drivers," he added as Mark joined in the laughter.

Felix could practically feel all eyes on him. Onlookers glanced at him with awkwardness. He hated these two to the core. Karl was Mark's best friend and his minion. He was always insulted by them and led other kids to do so.There were even times when he got beaten by them.

As Felix recalled those moments, his eyes turned glassy, almost ready to retort back. Nevertheless, he tried his best to stay silent as they say 'silence is the best answer to a fool'.

"Silent as usual," Mark smirked, noticing how Felix still kept a blank expression when he razzed him. His eyes then met the old fashioned necklace round Felix's neck as he burst into a round of laughter.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Don't tell me you still have that thing on your neck? Gosh! I bet my cheapest ring cost more than that!"

Of course. Mark's ten fingers were filled with ten sparkly rings. Even when there still younger, he would use up all his savings to buy rings.

"It seems that's his treasure, remember what he always says he didn't know how he got it but he still treasures it; always treasuring cheap and fake things, bloody son of a bitch," Karl added.

"Look at his worn out sandals, it's giving me a wave... Urghhh" Mark mocked as they laughed.

Felix stared at them as his face darkened in anger. He snapped his fingers on his laps to reduce his anger and ignored them.

He suddenly sighted Granny Emma coming out of the building. As soon as he saw her, he ran to hug her tightly.

"Oh dear, my baby Felly has grown really big! How have you been faring, dear?" The elderly woman, dressed in a Victorian style, cupped his cheeks emotionally.

"Fine ma," he held her hands. They continued exchanging pleasantries.

That was until she remembered the most important reason why she wanted to see him.

" You know, Felly, there is this man that have been asking about you for a long time now. Precisely, a year after you left, even up till now, he's still desperately looking for you," she informed as Felix tightly knotted his brows.

"Who is he? And why his he asking for me." He couldn't remember having any issues with anybody after he left the orphanage. The only thing he ever did was to serve the Carlos', day-in-day-out.

"Why else? To be his house boy of course" Mark butted in sarcastically as they laughed.

"Just ignore them Felix..."

,,All of a sudden,,

Like they were in a race, three high-end cars halted at the front of the orphanage home.

Two of the cars were black Rolls-Royce Phantom EWB while the middle car was a Bugatti La Voiture Noir costing an enormous price of $18million.

Six bulky suited men alighted from the two black Rolls-Royce and stood impassively at the sides of the middle car with their hands crossed on their laps.

From the driver's seat of the Bugatti La Voiture Noir, a man in black came out and proceeded towards the back seat. He opened the door with the leather gloves in his hands and bowed.

A black shimmering shoe was out followed by another. The door to the seat opened widely and a poised peerless man of 60-something years old receded out.

The entire six guards and the driver bowed their heads.