The Hidden Young Heir

"Damian, where are you?! Come here immediately!"

A young man hurriedly walked up to a middle-aged man who was fat and walking with boxes in his hands.

"I won the gamble! You get some water and wash my feet! I'm tired!"

The man nodded obediently, walked towards the back, and fetched the warm water the man needed. He looked down at his feet, washing the feet of the fat man who had been his boss for the last few months.

"Do it right! You've been my servant for how long, and you're still not good at cleaning my feet!"

No matter where he went wrong, Damian Cerden would always get angry. Even though he had done a good job, his employer would become an arrogant, haughty, and annoying man when he went home victorious.

"I've done well-"

"I didn't ask you to reply to me! Don't you remember how I used to pick you out of the trash!"

Damian hardened his jaw; every time, that was all his employer, Teni Nord, said to insult him. Little did he know, he alone could destroy this man's home and illicit business.

"Sorry, sir... I'll do better," Damian replied obediently, his voice carefully crafted so as not to show that he was holding back.

"Daddy... Are you home yet? Can I ask for some money?"

Kelly Nord, a young girl who was Teni's daughter, shook the house with her loud voice. Damian was tired of spending so much time hearing noises like bomb explosions here because most of the owners were fat, annoying humans.

He was the only skinny one there; everyone else was fat and loud.

"Where are you going?" Teni Nord asked with a probing look, staring intently at her daughter's face.

"A date with my boyfriend! I have to get money to have fun!"

Teni clucked in annoyance, then handed her two hundred dollar bills. "Be useful as my daughter; how long are you going to keep asking me for money?"

"Gosh, I'm your daughter, not your servant like this filthy fellow. He always makes a hundred dollars a month; isn't that a lot? I only go out once in a while," Kelly retorted, looking disgustedly at Damian, who was washing his father's feet.

"He works for me even though he's useless. You, on the other hand, are completely useless. Get married so your husband can fulfill your needs!"

"Tsk! I'll just marry Young Master Moorsley; that mysterious figure will definitely be very handsome and wealthy. He's the son of the owner of the Moorsley Group company," Kelly retorted curtly.

"Gosh, how could that Young Master of the Moorsley Group possibly want you! You're not pretty, you're fat and can't be seen as an attractive girl, that's why you should take care and not spend money on useless things!" scolded Teni at her daughter's delusion.

Kelly was about to reply, but her father glared and shooed her away quickly. He was too reluctant to listen to his daughter's nonsensical remarks. Meanwhile, Damian had finished his work and wiped Teni's feet well.

"Gosh, there's no way that Young Master Moorsley would want her, is there? She's just a fat girl who doesn't even know how to diet. Such a shame," Teni muttered in annoyance. "But how am I going to get her a husband from a rich family? Looks like I'll have to do something to get a rich son-in-law."

"I've already washed your feet, sir. What else should I do?" asked Damian politely, making Teni look at her feet.

"Get out of my sight; I'm tired."

Damian said no more and got up. His tall, well-built body walked away, leaving Teni staring at him. She was actually curious about who Damian was because she never knew the identity of the man she picked up from the side of the road.

Damian's face was a little dull but still looked handsome; besides that, he also had a good body like an athlete, but all he remembered was his name, which was Damian, and there was no family name behind this man's name.

I was busy thinking about who exactly the servant was; the sound of his cell phone ringing made his move to pick it up.

"Yes, hello?"

"Hello, you're being challenged to do some gambling with Mr. Dom. Do you want to accept the challenge?" the figure there made Teni frown.

"Mr. Dom? Isn't he one of the Moorsley Group's men?"

"Right, he's waiting tonight at the usual place."

"Alright, I'll come. If it is related to the Moorsley company, there must be a lot of prizes and also the bets they prepared; I will win again tonight."

The call ended, and at the same time, Damian was already walking out of the house and looking around with his calm gaze and demeanor. He just realized he had been here for a long time and became the servant of a useless middle-aged man.

A few days ago, he recalled that the tragedy that made him fall into a side street was because a business rival chased him. He was reminded of someone coming into his dream and was found by his men while buying some goods at the middle-aged man's request.

"I'll still be here for a while. I'll see how they behave when they find out that I told you," Damian said to his men who were in front of him at the moment.

He was not far from the house because he would be there if the man asked to leave. A man who liked to gamble and drink was a man who was not good at managing his emotions; he would be rude, not only to Damian but to Teni as well as his only daughter.

"But, Young Master. If you stay here, it could be dangerous; what if you run into business enemies?" asked Willy, Damian's assistant, with a worried look.

Damian smiled casually and looked at Willy's face calmly. "There aren't many people who know me here, and even if I'm behind the chair where I am in the company, there aren't many people who know what I look like. Too many people wanted me dead, so I just disappeared and pretended to be dead. I'll come back later and take revenge on the people who underestimated me. I will show the world that I am capable of becoming the heir to the Moorsley family," he said calmly, making Willy, who knew Damian's actions all along, nod obediently in the end.

"Sir should take good care of himself, don't get hurt."

Damian gave a small smile. "Take it easy, leave my exclusive director's seat vacant for now, but faithfully, if there are any problems or important matters, you must inform me. I'll monitor the company's situation from here. Have you bought some houses here to be demolished and built into my residence?"

"Already, they will move in tomorrow. As promised, they are the ones who have always looked down on you since you became a servant."

Damian smiled wryly. "Good job, go. Get everything done..."