The Dark Side of the Heir

Part 3

There was a sound that came from throwing a large bag and a suitcase containing all of Michel's clothes.

"I've packed all your things. There's nothing left. You can leave here immediately."

Elera threw all the belongings of Michel, who would soon become her ex-husband.

Michel's face looked incredulously at Elera. In fact, the woman had prepared everything first.

"I really didn't expect you to act like this, Elera. Where are the promises you made with me? They're all gone just because of another man."

Michel tidied up all his belongings. Immediately, the man walked out of the apartment that had really broken his heart.

"Damn it! You bastard!"

Michel cursed, kicking the empty can in front of his feet.

Bugh!

The can landed perfectly on the bald head of a resident in the apartment.

Wanting to hide to cover himself was also useless, because at that time Michel was in the lobby area of the parking lot which was completely spacious and empty.

"Bastard! Who has the courage to kick this can?!" snapped the bald man who looked angry.

Michel closed his eyes. The man's bad luck would now increase if the bald man hit him.

"No... it wasn't me. I didn't do it on purpose at all."

Michel cupped both hands in front of his face as if begging to be forgiven. In Michel's position, who was still faithfully closing his eyes, the man waited until a slap landed on his face.

However, that did not happen at all. It occurred to Michel that maybe he was already in the afterlife, because Michel felt nothing at all at that time.

"Yes, sir. Yes, sir. I will do it immediately. Yes .. yes .. it's okay sir. There's just a little problem. There's a tin can that landed wherever it came from. Yes... fine."

Michel opened his eyes slowly. Staring towards a point where the bald man was. A sigh of relief made Michel also rubbed his chest.

His mind was even calmer when he found the square cell phone that was clearly perched on the bald man's ear.

Michel's gaze continued to stare at the bald man's departure, until finally Michel really breathed a sigh of relief when the bald man was no longer in front of him.

With a little sluggish, Michel pulled the suitcase and carried the fairly large bags over his shoulder. He walked with a destination that did not know where to go.

If only there was someone who might be able to help him, maybe Michel would not be strapped for bags like this, especially in a city he had just entered.

Michel's memory returned to Elera, the woman who had been married to him for two years but preferred to be with another man.

However, no matter how Michel remembers it, everything has happened and nothing can be changed anymore.

In the end, Elera still follows the words of her parents who are more supportive of living with Erick, a man who is said to be wealthy and able to meet all Elera's needs.

Michel looked very sad at this time. Anyone who sees the look on his face will definitely look sorry for the man.

Michel's footsteps also seemed to indicate how sluggish the man was. All eyes that looked at the man would also understand how broken the man's heart was at this time.

The vehicles passing by beside him were no longer heard by Michel. There was only silence both in the man's ears and in his heart.

Until when Michel had walked far enough from the apartment that left a deep wound in his heart, several voices then stood out in his ears.

The man initially wanted to just ignore all the sounds. However, suddenly the man was forced to stop his footsteps.

Several black sedan and fortuner cars suddenly stopped right in front of him.

Michel, who initially looked dreamy, immediately opened his eyes wide. He was surprised when it turned out that he was now surrounded by several cars at once.

"What's going on? Who are you guys?"

The man really didn't understand what had happened on that day.

Michel really questioned his destiny for this time. What exactly was God trying to plan? Wasn't there enough hurt that God gave with all the chaotic things at the office and also the wife's betrayal?

Are all these events not enough to hurt his heart? So now, Michel was faced with a crowd of strangers he didn't recognize like this.

Slowly, as all the expensive cars were parked making sure Michel would not be able to escape. The sound of the roaring engines was instantly lost to Michel's hearing.

"Eh! What are you doing?!"

Michel snapped at one of the well-built and burly men.

The reason is, without asking for his consent first, the burly man just took the items he was holding.

"Sorry, Young Master. Let me carry all the things, Young Master."

Michel furrowed his brow in confusion when he heard the word Young Master that the burly man had pinned on him when speaking to him.

The man then chuckled amusedly as he realized how respectful the burly man was to him.

"Ha ha. What did you say? Young master? Come on! Stop joking around just to cheer me up! I know, I'm sad and beaten down. There's no need for you to tease me like that. Give me back all my things! Quickly!" Michel said firmly again, trying to reclaim his belongings.

"Young Master, you will understand later. I had to do all of this."

Michel squinted his eyes as he shook his head lightly. "Already this person is out of his mind. I don't even know him, but he's acting like the nicest person in the world. Give me my stuff back, damn it!"

Michel was adamant about what he wanted.

However, the burly man did the same. Eventually, the burly man retreated with his head down.

Michel became surprised, he then turned around because he felt there was someone behind him. Again, Michel was stunned by a man who was much more authoritative and handsome.

The man was seen bowing as a sign of respect. That said, the man was higher in rank than the other burly men.

After bowing, the man then straightened his body back up as he said, "Finally, I found you, Young Master," said the man looking happily at Michel. "Go home, Young Master, Mr. Alberto is waiting for you." He continued.