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chapter 13

Author: PASCALY

2025-08-01 03:41:23

The tension from the chaos inside the boutique still clung to the air like smoke as Dave strode out of Crusline Mall, his head held high. Each step he took was calculated, calm, and filled with the quiet confidence of a man who no longer had to prove anything. The heavy silence he left behind screamed louder than any insult Mark or the cashier had spat at him moments earlier.

Behind him, the mall remained alive with murmurs. Shoppers, employees, and bystanders whispered furiously among themselves. "Did you see the manager chasing after him?" "Wait, did she say Wayne Enterprises? Like... THE Wayne family?" "God, we almost called security on a billionaire."

But Dave didn’t care. He had endured years of mockery, shame, and dismissal. This moment—this walk out the doors of a mall he owned—was a silent declaration that his days of humiliation were over.

The saleslady hurried after him, the weight of multiple shopping bags threatening to pull her arms from their sockets. She struggled

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chapter 14
Eva Lapis sat by the window of her room, her legs curled up on the edge of the velvet chaise lounge. Rain tapped against the glass, but her thoughts were far louder. The image of Dave—her husband—at the luxury boutique had shaken her to her core. She hadn’t seen it coming. She wasn’t even looking for him. It had started as an ordinary evening: scrolling through fashion feeds, online gossip, and business rumors. But then, suddenly, the headlines shifted: “Mysterious Billionaire Shocks Sales Floor with $12M Shopping Spree.” The photo attached had her choking on her own breath. It was Dave. Same face, same saggy clothes. But the way the staff bowed to him after discovering his black card, the way the cameras caught him walking out like a god in tattered clothing—it didn’t make sense. What was he doing with a card that exclusive? How could he afford a $1.2 million suit? Since when did people address Dave with respect? Her thumb trembled as she scrolled through more footage. “Who ar
chapter 13
The tension from the chaos inside the boutique still clung to the air like smoke as Dave strode out of Crusline Mall, his head held high. Each step he took was calculated, calm, and filled with the quiet confidence of a man who no longer had to prove anything. The heavy silence he left behind screamed louder than any insult Mark or the cashier had spat at him moments earlier. Behind him, the mall remained alive with murmurs. Shoppers, employees, and bystanders whispered furiously among themselves. "Did you see the manager chasing after him?" "Wait, did she say Wayne Enterprises? Like... THE Wayne family?" "God, we almost called security on a billionaire." But Dave didn’t care. He had endured years of mockery, shame, and dismissal. This moment—this walk out the doors of a mall he owned—was a silent declaration that his days of humiliation were over. The saleslady hurried after him, the weight of multiple shopping bags threatening to pull her arms from their sockets. She struggled
chapter 12
The moment the saleslady pulled the sleek black card from the pocket of the Dormeuil Vanquish suit, a hushed silence fell over the boutique. Her eyes widened slightly, recognizing that this wasn’t just any card—it was a high-tier, ultra-exclusive bank card engraved in gold. But instead of speaking up, she froze. She looked at Dave, then at the angry cashier, then at the jeering face of Mark Cindy. Her hands trembled slightly. She wanted to say something… but fear anchored her tongue. What if she was wrong? What if the card was fake? What if this caused trouble for her job? Mark, seeing her hesitation and the card in her hand, scoffed. “Oh please,” he said, raising his voice. “You really think that card is real? Don’t fall for that crap. It’s obviously a fake. Look at him!” He pointed at Dave, who still stood with a calm but tense expression. “Dressed like that? A man who looks like a dried-up street beggar holding a card worth millions? Ha! What kind of sick joke is this?” The cash
chapter 11
Dave was amazed and impressed as he walked through the mall, his eyes filled with admiration. Everything looked so bright and beautiful—there were so many people, and so many interesting things one could buy. Umm... Dave froze as he noticed everyone in the mall seemed to have fixed their eyes on him. The looks they gave were filled with disgust, their judgment plain and unhidden. He could even hear the surrounding whispers. "Oh my God… who's that? He looks so unkempt." "What the hell? Why would they let a beggar in here?" "Who knows? Maybe he's not just a beggar but a criminal…" Yeah, you're right, man. Someone like him, hmm… > "Mmm, he's definitely here to steal something." Dave didn't mind the stares or what they were whispering about. He acted as if he didn't care and walked straight toward a boutique store. Just at the entrance, a saleslady stood there, looking stunning and cute. Dave couldn't help but smile to himself. Hmm… I see why they placed her at the entrance. Th
chapter 10
"Wow..." Dave whispered to himself as he entered the dining room. It looked like his father was hosting a feast—so many dishes were laid out on the long dining table. "Oh, son! You're here. "Come, come, join me," Mr. Jorge said warmly as he noticed Dave's presence. Dave didn't hesitate. He walked over and sat down beside his father. "Good morning, Dad," Diava greeted politely, noticing the odd look on his father's face as he sat beside him. "What's wrong, Dad?" he asked, puzzled by the strange expression Mr Jorge had just given him. Mr. Jorge sighed. "Son, why are you still wearing those old, saggy clothes? As the heir to Wayne Enterprises, you shouldn't be walking around looking like that. I mean you look absolutely ridiculous." "I know, Dad," Dave replied sheepishly. "I couldn't find any clothes in my drawer, so I just wore them, not like I had a choice." Jorge shook his head. "In that case, Danny should take you to the mall today. Get yourself some proper clothes—good ones."
chapter 9
Time skipped by as Dave enjoyed a rare and heartwarming moment with his father. The two of them wandered around the mansion, talking and laughing, exploring rooms filled with memories and stories of the past. For once, Dave felt at peace—free, even.Suddenly, he felt his cheap Nokia phone vibrating in his pocket.He reached for his phone and glanced at the screen. It was Jennifer Lawrence, his college classmate. Dave couldn't figure out from all the people why Jennifer Lawrence would be calling him, but out of curiosity, he decided to answer.Sorry, Dad. "Can I have a second?" he asked politely."Of course, son," Mr. Jorge replied with a gentle nod.Dave stepped aside and answered the call. "Hello?"Suddenly, a small sarcastic chuckle came from the other end. "Is that Dave?" she asked."Yes, this is Dave. "Why did you call, Jennifer?" he replied."Oh," she laughed as she spoke, "I can't believe you're still alive!" I was scared no one would answer. I thought maybe you had died from st

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