The Lost Heir to the Consortium

Butler

“Ten billion dollars have been credited to your bank account.”

Blaze was looking at the screen with utter shock. He couldn't understand from where he got this much money.

'It might be some bank error.' thought blaze in his mind, 'Or else how could I get so lucky? I'll call the bank tomorrow morning and return this money to them.'

With these thoughts running in his head, he walked out of the room, with his bruises filled body, while everyone was mocking him and laughing at him.

But, he couldn't care any less at that time and walked straight to the exit. After coming out, he was going to head in the direction of his home, when he saw twenty most expensive SUV's standing in front of him.

'Another rich spoiled brat must be here to enjoy his night.' thought Blaze after seeing these cars and was going to walk past them. When the door to the black Fortuner in the middle opened and came out a man, wearing an exquisite black dress.

The middle-aged man, who just came out called, “Blaze…”

Blaze, who was ignoring this scene and was trying to walk past these cars, heard his name and immediately turned around in shock. He looked at the man, with confused expressions and somehow managed to speak, “I am sorry, did you call me just now?”

“Yes young master. I am here to take you home.” Replied the man.

Blaze was confused hearing the man and immediately looked back to see if he was talking to someone behind him. But, there was no one.

Blaze pointed in his direction, confirming if he was actually talking to him. When the man replied, “Yes, master Blaze, I am talking to you. I am here to take you back home.”

“You must have got the wrong person. I am no young master, and I don't know you at all.” Replied Blaze.

“Young master, have you not received the bank's message?” Asked the man.

At this Blaze immediately asked while stuttering, “D-did y-you… I mean, that was it you who transferred that money to my bank account? But why?”

“Young master, you are the heir of the entire Morgan enterprise. You are the only son, of the Mr. And Mrs. Morgan, and the only rightful heir to this enterprise.”

Blaze felt like the ground under his feet shake apart. He immediately replied, “You must be mistaken. I mean, yes, my surname is Morgan. But, I am no heir to any enterprise. I am just a poor orphan, who works part-time just to make both end's meat.”

“Young master, allow me to introduce myself, I am David Seth. Both the butler of your house and the special assistant, of your father, Mr. Travis Morgan.”

“I don't think you understand, Mr. David. But, I am a poor orphan, who couldn't even afford to look at your clothes even. How could I be in any way related to you or your boss?” Asked Blaze.

“Young master, it's not my place to tell this all to you. Please follow me to your home and meet your dad. He has been waiting for you, for quite a long time.” Replied David.

Blaze thought in his head, 'It's not like I am rich or anything that this man could get anything from scamming me. Besides, he also transferred billions of dollars into my bank account.

If this all is a misunderstanding, then too I must return the money. So, I think it's good to follow this man. Anyway, he doesn't seem harmful to me at all.'

“Alright, I'll go with you. I also want to meet your boss, who transferred this much amount to a stranger's bank account.” Said Blaze to David.

David opened the door to the fortuner and Blaze uncomfortably settled in. It was his first time ever sitting in such a luxurious car.

He felt really comfortable in that car. The ride to the house was all silent. Since nobody said a word.

After an hour and a half drive, the car finally came to a stop. Blaze looked out of the window, to see a luxurious palace in front of his eyes.

The car stopped in front of a door, for a few seconds before the door opened and it moved ahead. Blaze was looking at his surroundings in an awe.

The drive from the main door to the front door was about fifteen minutes. It could be said that the house covered thousands of acres of land.

It was all new for Blaze, and he was busy admiring every single thing in his surroundings, when the car stopped in front of a courtyard.

There was also a fountain in the middle, which was only adding more to the beauty of this place. When the bodyguard, came forward to open the door for Blaze.

It took Blaze a few seconds to get back to the reality and then he came out. The butler then led him inside the house, where all the workers and maids were lined up for him.

From the moment he came out, he found all the bodyguards and every worker standing in respect to him and all bowed down seeing him enter the house.

Blaze suddenly started feeling a little uncomfortable in the presence of so many people. He looked around and realized that even the workers' clothes were better than his torn waiter clothes.

He started comparing his clothes with the workers and found himself inferior to even the workers working in this house.

The butler somehow sensed his uneasiness and said, “Young master, master is waiting for you in his study room. You can go and meet him, in the meantime, I'll ask the maids to prepare clothes for you.”

“Alright, David. Can you please show me the way to the study room.”

After which he led him to the study room. Upon reaching, David respectfully knocked on the door and waited.

After a few seconds, a reply came from inside, “Come in.”

When David bowed in front of Blaze and said respectfully, “Young master, please enter.”

“Will you not come in with me David?” Asked Blaze, feeling a little uncomfortable.

“No, young master. I am not allowed to. Master is waiting for you, and remember that master is also your father. So, he loves you no matter what.”

Blaze nodded his head in acknowledgment and took a deep breath, before opening the door to the study room.

Blaze entered inside the room, to find a huge luxurious table set in the middle of the room, with a man sitting on the chair, with its back in Blaze's direction.

The room had lots of shelves and the shelves were filled with books. Blaze took the courage to call out the man sitting on the chair.

“Excuse me Sir…” The moment these words left Blaze's mouth, the chair turned, revealing the man in his late fifties sitting in a perfectly fine tailored dress.

Blaze was shocked to see the man's appearance. When the man said, “We finally meet my boy…"

To be continued…