The Quiet Supremacy

Chapter 3

A sleek car pulled over at the entrance of the Oui Devoir, a seven-star hotel exclusive to affluent figures in the country.

"We've arrived at the suite where you'll be staying." Bethany informed. "Please, come with me."

"Head inside first." He said to her.

"Why?" She asked in confusion.

“Being seen with the Chamber of Commerce’s daughter will draw unwanted attention—I won’t allow it.” He replied sternly.

“Alright, sir.” She replied and left, respecting his wish.

After waiting for at least five minutes after her departure, Irwin stepped out of the car. Hardly had he taken a few steps when someone walked into his path.

Actually, when he lifted his gaze, they were two people and not one.

"Irwin!" A middle-aged woman exclaimed, showing her surprise to see him.

She was Dorathy Rolan, and standing next to her was a young man with a sneer, James Rolan. Those were the mother and brother of Isabella Rolan, his ex wife.

"What are you doing here?" Dorathy asked, the surprise still lingering in her face.

She has looked at Irwin from his head to toe for a million times and he didn't look like what she expected to see.

"Weren't you supposed to be in jail?" She added eventually since Irwin didn't get the look.

"I was released early for good behavior." Irwin replied firmly.

"What good behavior?" James scoffed. "They must have been fooled."

Irwin paid no attention to James. He didn't even spare James a glance. James was a nobody in his presence.

Dorathy on the other hand forced an awkward smile as though she was happy for him.

"By the way, how did the divorce go with Isabella?" Dorathy asked.

"I've signed the papers." Irwin sighed.

"There were some faults from my side, too. So don't blame everything on Isabella. Things just had to happen this way." He explained.

Suddenly, Dorathy let out a cackle. "Staying in the prison must have fried your brain. Blame my daughter because of someone like you?" She scoffed.

"Even if she had refused to divorce you, I would have made sure that you got kicked out of my family with no penny!" She swore.

With a look of derision, she shook her head at him,

“How could a jailbird like you ever be worthy of her?” She sneered.

“Don’t waste words on him. Fresh outta prison and you’ve got the balls to come spend money here?” James glared at Irwin, his face twisted with anger.

“How much did you rip off from my sister, huh? Be a smart bastard and hand it over—don’t make me beat the shit out of you!”

"Right!" Dorathy seconded. "Don't make me forcefully take it from you and embarrass you!"

"I didn't take any money from Isabella." Irwin replied sternly.

"What?" James couldn't believe his words.

"Our marriage ended due to emotional breakdown and not because of financial gain." Irwin added.

"Lies!" Dorathy accused. "Do you think I will believe the words that come out of the mouth of a convict? You must be daydreaming."

"Search him, James!" She ordered. "You have no right to keep the money. It belongs to my family!"

James advanced with pumped shoulders, ready to search Irwin and manhandle him while at it. Irwin on the other didn't want to get entangled with James.

Hence, he easily grabbed the arm of James and pushed him aside as if he was a pluck of feather.

James deliberately fell hard on the ground and started rolling on the floor.

"My arm!!!" James cried. "He has broken my arm! I need a doctor. You have to pay for my medical insurance!"

James was shouting at the top of his voice,and deliberately blocked Irwin's way.

Dorathy quickly rushed to the her son's side and started to cradle him.

"Somebody help!" She screamed. "This man stole our money and even dared to hit us."

Her loud voice started drawing attention to them and a crowd was converging.

"Somebody call the security. He has broken the arm of my son. My son can no longer stand up!" She kept screaming.

'What a pathetic sight.' Irwin thought, curling at the shamlessness of this family.

Suddenly, he spotted a necklace on Dorathy's neck.

It was the heirloom pendant that he had given to Isabella.

"Where did you get this from?" He asked. "Hand it over right now."

"What are you talking about?" Dorathy asked, taking a break from her show.

"That necklace. It's my family heirloom. Hand it over now!" Irwin demanded.

Dorathy's attention shifted to the necklace on her neck,

'A heirloom? Doesn't that mean that this would cause a fortune?' She thought as her eyes glistened with greed.

Then she shifted her attention of Irwin.

“What do you mean it’s yours? Once it’s given to my daughter, it’s ours! What does it have to do with you?”

Done with the madness of Dorathy, Irwin advanced to snatch the necklace. Point in time, several security officers blocked his way.

"Young man! Show us your VIP membership card or you'll be charged for causing trouble, harassing customers, and disturbing business." The security man said. "For these offenses, you will be detained!"

Irwin hesitated and Dorathy mocked him,

“What good is being able to fight? Without money or power, you’re still beneath us! Be smart and hand over the money, or I’ll make sure you go right back to prison!”

While she was mocking and laughing, a striking and beautiful figure suddenly approached the scene. A young and stunning lady.

The aura that proceeds from her gripped the attention of everyone present. Her demeanor and features makes Dorathy and James feel little in her presence.

Their eyes haunted every step of her movement as they all wondered where this immaculate lady was headed to. Was she a supermodel or celebrity? They could only wonder.

Until her imposing figure came to stop directly next to Irwin. James's jaws dropped. A lady of this class and status was associated with a nobody like Irwin? He thought he was in a trance.

As the air stiffened about Dorathy and her son, left in a daze, the lady spoke,

"Who said he needs to give you money?" She asked coldly.

It was Bethany Colwill.