The Trillionaire Consortium’s Heir

Chapter 3

“But sir. My wife is inside. She could become a victim of harassment or worse. Please let me in to save my wife,” Christian pleaded.

He had often heard stories about Declan from Yve, that the man had a high level of passion. Almost all the women he brought ended up in bed. Some willingly, and some by various means. And Christian was worried that the latter might be the case with Declan.

Yvette must not be touched.

“I haven’t seen any guests being forced. All the guests, especially the women, seem to have happy faces. Besides, this isn’t a hotel, so it’s unlikely that such incidents would happen here. If they do, we’ll handle it. Just relax!” said the big, dark-skinned security officer.

Christian shook his head. Then, he pushed the security officer’s body and said, “I need to get in!”

The security officer’s sturdy body, a retired soldier who had to retire early, remained unmoved by Christian’s push.

“What part of what I said wasn’t clear? Go away! You’re just disturbing the order of the nightclub tonight!” the security officer pushed Christian, causing him to fall.

As this happened, a man with slicked-back hair, wearing a black suit, approached and said, “What’s going on? No trouble here!”

The man in the black suit then looked at the person who had fallen. He was greatly surprised because he recognized the person.

“Christian?”

Trying to stand up, Christian said, “Frankie! You’re here too.”

“I work here. What’s happening?”

“So, this is what happened...”

Christian recounted what had actually happened and the issue with his wife.

“Ah, I see,” Frankie nodded. Then, he turned to the security officer.

“What are you doing? His wife is with some men inside, why don’t you let him in?” Frankie scolded.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Supervisor. But, that’s the rule. I’m just following the rules,” the security officer defended himself.

Christian smiled widely upon hearing that his friend was a supervisor at the nightclub. Frankie would surely help him.

“Did you not see a woman being forced to enter? What if my friend’s wife is being mistreated by those people?” Frankie asked, his voice slightly raised but his expression remained flat.

“I didn’t see anyone being forced in,” the head of security explained.

Frankie looked regretful. Then, he turned to Christian.

“Ah, my friend, what should we do? My security guard here didn’t see any coercion, and there haven’t been any reports of harassment. So, it seems your wife is fine. She’s enjoying herself tonight,” Frankie said.

Christian furrowed his brow. Clearly, he didn’t understand what his high school friend meant. “What do you mean? Can you help me get inside? I want to protect Yve.”

Frankie snorted. Then, he said, “Still not clear? Poor folks like you can’t enter the Bluemoon club. Only the selected elite from the conglomerate class can enter. So, it’s better for you to wait in the parking lot or go back to your in-laws’ house and do the dishes. After your wife is done having fun, she’ll come home on her own.”

“Why are you like this? Aren’t we friends? Even though we haven’t met in a long time, at least we’ve known each other for a while. Please help me get in, Frank. I promise that if you help me now, I’ll help you in the future,” Christian pleaded.

“Friends? I see it differently. You’re the most hypocritical person I’ve ever met. You can’t even support yourself. You want to act like you’ll help me in the future? Look in the mirror before you talk,” Frankie said with a scornful expression.

Christian was shocked because he had never argued with Frankie before. Their relationship had always been good, and they used to greet each other warmly back in school.

What had caused Frankie to change?

“Tonight’s events are because of you. You were born poor, and there has been no change in your circumstances. Now you’re just a son-in-law who relies on your wife’s money. It’s no wonder your wife is having fun with other men. She’s probably disgusted with you too,” Frankie said sharply.

Christian erupted in anger. His face turned red, and his fists clenched so tightly that his veins bulged.

“You can insult me all you want, but never speak ill of my wife!” Christian growled.

Frankie raised an eyebrow and then said, “Hah? What are you going to do? I’m just telling the truth. Your wife came here happily. She must be enjoying being touched by all these men. Hahaha...”

Slap!

A solid punch landed on Frankie’s face, causing him to tumble to the ground.

“I warned you!” 

Seeing this, the security guards immediately attacked Christian to defend their supervisor.

“How dare you hit the supervisor!” the security guard exclaimed.

A punch was thrown by the security guard, but Christian managed to evade it skillfully.

“I’m going to turn you into mashed potatoes!” the security guard shouted as he launched another punch.

This time, Christian parried it and then retaliated with a punch to the security guard’s left cheek.

A skinny, fair-skinned man with short hair watched the scene unfold from inside a car parked not far from the club’s entrance.

Darrell took out his phone and called someone.

“Get out of the club quickly. Your men are causing trouble with the new owner of the Bluemoon club!” Darrell exclaimed.

“What? New owner? You mean Mr. Christian Demetri?” the general manager asked.

“That’s right!”

“I-I’ll be right there!” the GM said, his voice trembling with fear.

Earlier that morning, Leopold, the general manager of the Bluemoon club, had received an official letter announcing the change of ownership from Carlos Demetri to Christian Demetri.

Clearly, if Christian were to get angry with him over his employees’ actions, his job would be in jeopardy. He didn’t want that to happen. That’s why the portly man rushed to the front of the club.

Upon arriving at the entrance, he saw the security guard and Frankie in a fight with a shabbily dressed man.

It was two against one, but Christian remained unscathed.

“Stop!” Leopold shouted loudly.

Both Frankie and the security guard turned to the source of the voice, as did Christian.

“Mr. GM?”

Frankie was surprised by the arrival of his boss. He walked over to explain what had happened.

However, Leopold paid him no attention. He rushed over to Christian and bowed at a 90-degree angle.

“Welcome, Mr.  Demetri! I apologize for the behavior of my subordinates!” Leopold said while bowing.

Frankie was wide-eyed. He was deeply shocked by Leopold’s actions

“W-what? Why would he do that?”