The Disgraced Mr. Billionaire Heir

"Damn it,  Dylan!" snapped a man, handsome in the fancy black suit he wore.

His anger was no longer under control when Dylan spilled coffee on the man's table. The man had previously tasked Dylan with making coffee for him, but Dylan's carelessness had made a mess of the files he was working on.

"This file is worth more than you're, damn it!" he raged.

Robert Watson, CEO of Monarch Company and Dylan's brother-in-law. The man had complete power in the company; he could sack or hire anyone easily.

"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Watson," Dylan said.

He picked up the towel around his neck, cleaning up the spilled coffee on Robert's desk.

The sight of Dylan making a mess of his desk made Robert even angrier. He roughly pushed the office boy's body until he fell to the floor.

Robert walked away from his desk, his right hand holding a glass cup containing the remaining coffee that hadn't spilled.

He poured the entire coffee over Dylan's head and body, a smirk on his face, feeling satisfied that he had humiliated him that morning.

"I don't know why, but it feels good to do this!" said Robert, laughing loudly at his brother-in-law's helpless response.

The spilled coffee had accidentally stained the black shoes Robert was wearing. The man was reluctant to have the stain cleaned by him but by Dylan.

He raised his foot, pointing his wet black shoe at Dylan. Dylan, whose head and clothes were wet and dirty with coffee stains, looked at Robert with a pitiful face.

"Clean it up!" Robert snapped.

"A-All right," Dylan said, taking the towel he had used to wipe Robert's desk to wipe his brother-in-law's black shoes.

Robert slapped Dylan's hand away, sending the towel falling to the floor. Dylan was even more confused, considering that the towel was already dirty, and there was no way he could use it to clean the CEO's shoes before him.

"Clean it!" Robert insisted.

"But with what, Mr. Watson?" asked Dylan.

"Do I have to tell you? You're an office boy. You know more about cleaning than I do," Robert said.

All his clothes had been soiled; there was nothing to wipe Robert's black shoes with. He was still smirking, waiting for Dylan to do something that would humiliate him.

Dylan gulped his saliva deeply. If there was no cloth he could use, he would have to clean it by licking the stain.

Dylan's head moved closer to Robert's shoe. Just as Dylan's tongue stuck out, Robert laughed loudly, the kind of laughter that mocked his brother-in-law.

"Disgusting scum! I don't want your filthy body touching me!" Robert snapped.

He kicked Dylan hard in the head, sending the man flying away, causing the corner of his lip to cut and bleed.

Robert walked back to his desk, cleaning up his files that had gotten wet due to Dylan's carelessness.

The torture and humiliation was over. Wiping the blood from the corner of his lips, Dylan stood up slowly.

"Get the fuck off. I don't want to see your damn face!" Robert snapped.

Dylan nodded without arguing, or even making a sound. He turned around, walking out through Robert's office door until he reached the office area with many staff working on computers.

"Look, it's pathetic to be him," one of the staff replied, whispering something to his coworker.

"If I was him, I'd have resigned a long time ago," said the coworker.

Dylan's presence was always the subject of gossip among the company's employees. Many of them didn't want to see Dylan in the room.

Dylan walked away quickly, back to the first floor where he and the other office boys always gathered.

The unpleasant smell of the mixture of coffee stains and his body odor made people who were in the same elevator have to avoid him. They kept away from Dylan, reluctant to get close, let alone talk to him.

The elevator doors opened just as they reached the first floor. Dylan walked out to arrive at the office boy's changing room. However, his steps were halted when he saw a woman dressed in a blouse, cardigan, and a short knee-length skirt walking gracefully, accompanied by five assistants.

Melissa Watson, CEO of Watson Enterprise, and his wife. Their marriage was an accident. Dylan and Melissa were drunk then and had sex that night under the effects of alcohol.

Melissa became pregnant with Dylan's child, and to keep the information from spreading to the media, she married someone who worked far out of town, even though Melissa only married Dylan with only the Watson family knowing.

"Hello, dear!" greeted Dylan.

The woman squinted, staring hatefully at Dylan. One of Melissa's assistants punched Dylan hard in the belly, sending the office boy stumbling on the lobby floor.

"How dare you call the CEO of Watson Enterprise that?!" snapped the man in the black suit and stocky build.

"Leave him alone. I'll talk to my brother about his manners!" snapped Melissa.

The woman walked away from Dylan as if he wasn't there. Another office boy walked over to Dylan, helping the beaten man to the locker room.

"You're so reckless to call him that," Dylan's colleague said.

"I slipped up. I thought she was my wife," Dylan said, still groaning in pain.

"HAHA! It is impossible for men like us to have a beautiful wife like her. Understand your position here, Dylan," Dylan's companion joked, trying to give the man some warm water.

"You're right."

Although Dylan was actually Melissa's husband, no one believed it. Melissa's demeanor was different from a typical married couple, given that the two were married by accident.

On the other hand, Dylan had to continue working with the Watson family, being an office boy in their company and home. Dylan has to do this to return the orphanage that Watson bought.

The man had indeed grown up in the orphanage, being left behind when he was a year old. None of the orphanage sisters knew Dylan's real parents, so until he grew up, Dylan lived without the love of both parents.

In the end, Dylan had to continue working with them for years. They didn't pay Dylan but would redirect his salary to the cost of buying the orphanage.

From another direction, a woman in a black suit and glasses was sitting on a sofa in the waiting room. She came with two men in suits just like her, carrying three black suitcases with a specific purpose.

Their appearance was mysterious, but not to the other employees, as they appeared to be wearing the same suits. However, no one knew who they were and what they were doing in the office.

"Is he the man we're looking for?" asked one of the men, the woman's partner.

"From what we just heard, his name is Dylan. His name and occupation fit our search so far," said the woman.

"Then when will we arrest him?" the man asked again.

"His shift ends in thirty minutes. We'll move in after that."