The Rise of the Heir Apparent

Chapter - 6

Chapter - 06

"We are sorry young master, we came late," Mathew was hell confused when a dozen men bowed in front of him in the middle of the street. It all felt like a dream. And to confirm that, his hand slowly made its way down, and Mathew pinched his thigh hard.

'Aah...' Mathew felt the pain jolt his muddled head, 'It's really not a dream... What in the crazy world is going on?'

"I am not sure, but I think you all are mistaken," Mathew finally brought out the courage to speak. The vibe was already hard on him. On top of that, he was afraid that if the men found out that he was not really the so-called young master, he would be found in some dumpster the next morning.

"It's not a misunderstanding, young master," the man leading the group smiled at Mathew and said, "Let me introduce myself. I am Alfred, and we are here to escort you home."

Alfred wore a neat, black suit with a bow tie and shiny black shoes. His hair was combed nicely, and his face had that calmness to it. Even his voice had a magical soothing to it. Even though they were strangers and met for the first time, Mathew did not feel any hostility towards Alfred.

"Please let us accompany you, and I will explain everything to you on our way," Alfred said as he stepped aside and gestured for Mathew to get in the car.

Mathew looked at Alfred and then towards the car. He was hesitant, but under the expectant gaze of Alfred and the others, his legs moved on their own.

"Auhh..." But just as he took the first step, Mathew cried out in pain and limped. Alfred, who stood close to Mathew, reacted swiftly and held Mathew, preventing the fall.

"Are you alright, young master?" Alfred asked worriedly, and his gaze followed down towards Mathew's leg. In all the rush, they did not notice, but Mathew's pants were ripped, and blood was seeping out of the wound.

"Let me help you, young master," Alfred said and put Mathew's arm over his shoulder and helped him to the car.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Inside the car,

There was one surprise after the other for Mathew. This was the most comfortable and luxurious car he had ever seen, let alone sit in. The seats were just so comfortable. Even in this cold weather, they were warm to sit on. Mathew could bet it was leather.

"Young master, let me tend to your wound," while Mathew looked around the car, Alfred walked up to Mathew's side with a box in his hand.

"No, it's alright. It's just a small cut. Nothing much," Mathew said, "I have had worse," Mathew nervously smiled at Alfred.

"That was all in the past young master. Now no one can even dare to lay a finger on you," Alfred did not laugh along with Mathew. Instead, he looked dead serious when he said that.

"You young master is destined to sit at the top. Above everyone else," Alfred said with determination.

"Umm... Alright," When Alfred put it that way, there was nothing Mathew could say. He could only agree with Alfred. But Mathew hoped that when the misunderstanding cleared, no new problem was waiting for him.

"It is done, young master," While Mathew was thinking about how to get away from all this fiasco, Alfred's voice brought him back to reality.

"Let's move out," Alfred straightened up and called out to everyone on standby around them. Then he himself went on and sat beside the driver in the car Mathew was in.

"Where are we going?" Mathew asked Alfred.

"To your home, young master," Alfred said as he turned back to look at Mathew in the back seat.

'What if they are Georgie's men? They very well might just be kidnapping him,' Mathew even had this thought in his mind. But what could he do?

"If you have something to ask, please do. Don't hesitate," Alfred initiated the conversation.

"That... Can you tell me... Grrr..." Just as he began to speak, his stomach grumbled.

Alfred smiled and tapped the tiny refrigerator in front of Mathew. “It is nothing much, but I hope it will suffice.”

Mathew nodded and opened the refrigerator after Alfred told him.

'Nothing much? Are you kidding me?' Mathew was amazed as soon as he opened the door. It had everything one could think of. Wine, Champagne, a few cans of beer, soft drinks, snacks and whatnot. It was a nice, moving, high-class restaurant on its own.

Since Mathew could not drink, he grabbed a bar of chocolate.

'Snackers? Isn't that around a hundred dollars?' Mathew hurriedly checked the price.

Mathew remembered buying it once for a guest at the restaurant from the snack shop next door. The shop is an extension of the restaurant itself. But it's unique since only snacks, candies and cakes were sold there. And Mathew remembered paying a hundred dollars for this one bar that day. Since that day, Mathew had walked past the shop so many times, hoping that he could someday be so extravagant as to buy a single bar of chocolate for hundred dollars. And today, he might be able to do that.

"Fuck it. I don't care what happens. Let's enjoy the moment," The chocolate bar finally made Mathew give in. Mathew decided to just enjoy the moment. Whatever happens, there should be no regret. So, Mathew grabbed a couple more bars and a few cans of beer. He then leaned back on his seat, enjoying the extravagant treat.

~~~~~

"Young master," Mathew was woken up by a gentle nudge to his arm.

"Ummm... What? Where am I?" Mathew asked.

"Young master, we have reached home," Alfred respectfully replied.

"Young master? Was I not dreaming about all that?" Mathew asked.

Rubbing his eyes, Mathew stepped out of the car. And on the stairs in front of him stood a man. Mathew had still not adjusted to the light after waking up. So, he could not see the man's face clearly. But he could see that the man was walking towards them.

Soon, the man stood in front of them. He looked at Mathew from head to toe for a while. And suddenly did something unexpected.

"Slap!"

* * * * *