The Incredible GoldMaster

Creating A Stir

"So, sir, what time are you coming tomorrow, so I arranged the convoys to take you to Abigail's house, so you could deliver the medicine to her in person?"

Rowan suggested.

"I need no convoy, Rowan. Just get me an average old model car, make it look more tattered,"

Henry insisted bluntly without a second thought.

"But why, sir? This could be a chance to make her know that you ain't a poor person, and for that, she will start having..."

Just before Rowan could finish what he was saying over the phone, Henry's voice interrupted.

"Quit, Rowan. Did you forget what we have spoken about? I need my identity to remain hidden. I need no one to know who I am.”

Henry gasped.

“Do what I have instructed you to get. By tomorrow, I make my move to Abigail's family house," Henry added.

"---"

The next day, Henry patiently stood at the roadside, wearing a black shabby suit while waiting for Rowan to arrive with the old, tattard model car he had instructed him to come with.

"Where could he be? Am already running late. I need to experience the engagement party,"

Henry mumbled with a gasp, already getting impatient.

Just within a few minutes, a car stopped at the side of the road, and Rowan stepped out of the car, apologizing.

"Sorry, sir, for taking much of your time. It took me some time to look for a car that best fit your description."

Rowan apologies sincerely, slightly bowing his head respectfully.

"It's nothing," Henry replied, gasping, then collecting the car key from Rowan.

Just as Henry was about to drive away, Rowan's voice cut in.

“Sir, is there any need to come with you? You might need my help.”

“No, I prefer to go alone, I don't want them to think otherwise.”

Henry shook his head in disapproval, then drove away.

Within some minutes, Henry reached Abigail's family house. The entire residence was filled with prominent guests which were invited for the engagement party.

Henry stepped down from the old model car he came with, and all eyes were on him. His shabby, dirty clothes drew attention, and worst, his car looked disgusting.

Ignoring the stares from the people, Henry proceeded into Abigail's family mansion, and just as Henry was inside, Abigail's gaze caught up to him, and just immediately, she stormed out in his direction, with a fumed face which conveyed surprise and anger.

"What are you doing here? Are you here to cause another trouble again?"

Abigail furiously said in an angry tone.

"No, I'm here to come..."

Before Henry could finish what he was about to say, Abigail's present fiancée, Alaric, the son of Dominic, one of the richest men in the east county, who owned one of the well-known production companies in Atlanta, stepped in.

"Who do we have here?"

He demanded, his brow slightly raised and a sneer evident on his lips.

"It's Henry, the man I told you about, the man who had been pestering my life,"

Abigail fumed, crossing her hands against her chest, as she replied.

Abigail didn't even refer to Henry as her ex-fiancée. She referred to him as a man who had been pestering her, and Henry got offended by her words but decided to keep it cool.

"Young man, or whatever you call yourself, what are you doing here? As I can clearly see, no one would invite a dirty person like you who is literally dressed like a mad man."

Alaric mocked.

"I'm here to..."

Just as before, before Henry could finish his speech, he was interrupted by Abigail's voice again.

"Nothing you would say that would make sense. Are you here to collect a f*e for breaking up with you, because I see you are so poor and wretched that the money would help fix something in your miserable life?”

Abigail insulted wiggling her hair with a scoff before continuing.

“Oh god, you smell. Thank god I didn't end up with a poor man like you."

Abigail added, pushing her lips to the side in a taunting manner.

"What is he doing here?" Abigail's dad's voice blurted out angrily from a distance.

Abigail's mom and dad approached Henry, staring at him with disgust.

"Are you here to cause trouble as usual?" Abigail's mom asked furiously.

"Now get the hell out of my house. Don't let me call the cops on you."

She threatened.

"I'm not here for all that you have been accusing me of. I'm just here to deliver a life-saving medicine to Abigail."

"Life-saving medicine, you say? or are you here to come borrow money you wretched bastard?"

Alaric cut in with his voice, laughing hard.

"As far as I could remember, Abigail isn't suffering from any illness, so get lost," Alaric added.

Henry was speechless. He didn't know what to say next. He had tried speaking, and when he finally got the chance to voice out, they didn't believe him.

Furious and frustrated, Henry turned to leave, and just then, the door swung open, and Sophia walked in.

"What Is she doing here?"

Henry asked in thought, completely puzzled.

Sophia's presence left all the people who had come to the engagement party stunned. She was creating a stir.

Abigail was stunned, and her parents were stunned as well. They kept wondering what would one of the top richest daughters of a billionaire in the entire city be doing in their house.