The Tycoon Secret Heir: From Shame to riches

CHAPTER 2 BOUGHT A HOUSE.

"Call the police!"

Delia Ryan said coldly, clearly annoyed. She had been in the middle of explaining something to a customer when this idiot interrupted her.

"How much does this table cost?" Cedric Brown replied nonchalantly.

"Who the hell do you think you are? This table is made of mahogany and crystal; even if you sold everything you own, you couldn't afford it!" Delia scoffed.

"How much does this table cost?" Cedric repeated, his tone growing firmer.

At that moment, the manager heard the commotion and stepped out, his face darkening. "What's going on?"

"Sir, just wait a sec. I ran into an idiot," Delia said sweetly, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she addressed the bald man.

"It’s alright, I was getting bored anyway," the bald man said, lighting a cigarette.

Delia walked over, pointing at Cedric with disdain. "Manager, this idiot just smashed a chair into the table! We should call the police!"

The manager frowned and glanced at Cedric. "Do you know what you've done?"

He knew that if they called the police, they might never recover the losses.

"How much does the table cost?" Cedric asked again, sticking to his line.

The manager raised his hand and scrutinized Cedric for a moment. "This piece of furniture was sourced from our boss's own furniture store, and it's priced at $68,000! That's the price!"

"$68,000? This idiot probably doesn't even have $300 to his name! Manager, I think we should just call the police and not waste any more time! There's no way this fool has any money!" Delia laughed mockingly, clearly enjoying the drama.

The manager raised his hand, and Delia's face was filled with sarcasm.

"Only 68,000?" Cedric Brown shook his head in disbelief.

"Seriously? You’re just pretending to be rich, huh? If you can pull out a grand, I’ll eat my hat!" Delia Ryan scoffed, her disdain evident. The other employees joined in, mocking him. How could someone with no money act like this? What an idiot!

" I think I'll pass on that," Cedric replied, shaking his head as he pulled out his card. "Card, please!"

The manager's expression changed as he walked over, taking the card and handing it to the front desk.

In less than thirty seconds, the front desk attendant returned, bowing respectfully as he presented the card and the bill. "Sir, please sign here."

"No need," Cedric said, tossing the bill into the trash can, his eyes narrowing.

The manager was taken aback, and the employees were dumbfounded. Even the bald guy watching the scene was surprised. What was going on? Did this guy really have money?

Delia was stunned and furious. "Are you out of your mind? How could this idiot possibly have 68,000?"

"I’m not mistaken," the front desk attendant shook his head. "This charge can't be wrong."

"Sir, then what was that commotion about...?" the manager hesitated and asked.

"I was here first," Cedric replied.

The manager instantly understood Cedric's implication and coldly turned to Delia. "What’s going on, Delia Ryan?"

"Manager, this idiot must only have that much in his card! He can’t afford a house, no way!" Delia insisted, convinced. She knew people like him too well. When he took out his card earlier, he must be hurting like hell inside, but he was just faking calmess.

"Can’t afford a house? There are other agencies besides yours!" Cedric shook his head and turned to walk toward the neighboring real estate office.

“Still pretending? The cheapest place in the city costs over a million. Can he afford that?”

“Of course he can’t! Just look at him, he looks so poor he probably can’t even buy a bathroom, let alone a house. What a joke!”

“Hey, this kid is pretty clever. He found an excuse to run away.”

They were all gossiping, eager to see Cedric Brown make a fool of himself.

After all, they knew the people next door and could easily find out if he had bought a house. Delia Ryan sneered, “Still pretending? What an idiot!”

She walked over to the bald man and smiled, “Sorry for keeping you waiting, sir.”

The bald man shook his head, “It’s alright. Just show me something in the range of one and a half million. If I like it, I’ll put down a deposit right away.”

“Sure.”

Delia Ryan, dressed to impress, swayed her long legs as she grabbed the documents. But suddenly, the whole store fell silent. All the employees were staring outside because Cedric Brown was getting into an exclusive viewing Mercedes, escorted respectfully by the staff from next door. Was he actually buying?

The people present exchanged glances.

“Hmph, just going to see houses. What a show-off,” Delia Ryan scoffed.

At that moment, an employee from next door walked over with a smile. “Thanks for sending us such a big client.”

“Big client? How big?” The manager’s face turned green with envy.

“Ha, he bought a house that’s worth three million and two hundred thousand, and the customer just put down a million deposit. Thanks a lot!” The employee smiled as he headed toward the viewing Mercedes, leading Cedric Brown to see the property.

“Did he really buy it?”

Delia Ryan stared in disbelief as she saw Cedric Brown calmly looking at her from inside the Mercedes, a smile on his face...

"No way! That broke loser, how could he possibly have...?"

"Smack!"

The manager angrily raised his hand and slapped Delia across the face, his eyes blazing with fury. "Get out! You're fired!"

Three million two hundred thousand dollars—just the commission alone was worth hundreds of thousands!

And it was given away to someone else?

The manager felt like his heart was bleeding as he glared at Delia. "Get the hell out of here!"

"No, no... that client is mine, it's mine!"

Delia rushed outside, her face plastered with a forced smile as she pleaded, "Sir, please don’t leave! We have better properties available, I can give you a discount, sir..."

No thanks, keep your discount for someone else," Cedric replied as the Mercedes started. Delia stumbled and fell to the ground, watching helplessly as the car drove away.

Smack!

The manager threw all of Delia's personal belongings out, shouting at her, "Get lost! I don’t want to see you again!"

Delia stared blankly at her things scattered on the ground, wondering what she had done wrong.

Meanwhile, Cedric Brown was very pleased with the property. A three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment right in the city center—definitely a good investment with great potential. He planned to sign the contract with the owner tomorrow.

“Sir, where do you live? I can give you a ride back,” the salesperson said with a big smile, feeling the confidence of Cedric Brown, who seemed to embody the spirit of the wealthy.

“No, thanks. Just drop me off here,” Cedric replied, shaking his head. They were almost at the school, so it was time to get out.

“Alright, take care. I’ll call you tomorrow, and you should be able to move in the day after,” the salesperson said.

“Sure,” Cedric nodded. That was pretty quick. He planned to go back to pack his things, and staying in a hotel for a couple of days. He was curious to see Jean Jordan's reaction when she found out that his new apartment was three times bigger than hers.

After getting out of the car, Cedric headed to the nearest ATM and withdrew twenty thousand, stuffing the cash into his backpack before walking into the school.

As soon as he entered the classroom, all eyes were on Cedric. Skipping class? Bold move!

Tiffany sneered, “Oh look, our richest classmate is back! Let’s give him a warm welcome!”

The class erupted in laughter. It was true; Cedric looked cheap, wearing what seemed like bargain-bin clothes, and he only had two outfits. Why would he still be going to school if he was this broke?

“This guy owes me money and still has the nerve to ask for more time. What a loser! If you’re broke, how are you going to afford to go to a college? You should be out working!” Tiffany crossed her arms, looking at Cedric with a mocking smile.

“My family needs a waiter, and I can get you a job for eighty bucks a day. Just a word from my dad, and you’re in. Honestly, you look like you’re meant to be a waiter,” another classmate chimed in, grinning with derision.

The class burst into laughter again.

“Tiffany, how much does Cedric owe you?” one student asked.

“Four hundred! That’s my daily allowance, and he probably takes a month to pay me back. Can you believe it?! It's such a waste of money for someone like that to be in school” Tiffany replied.

Cedric walked over.

“Pay me up, did you hear me? If you don’t pay today, not only will I send someone after you, but the amount you owe will double! Got it?” Tiffany glared at Cedric, extending her hand and raising her voice, “Pay me up!”

The other students watched Cedric Brown with a look of amusement, clearly enjoying the show.

"Thanks for lending me the money," Cedric said earnestly, pulling out four hundred dollars from his backpack. Tiffany froze, staring at the cash in her hands, surprised and double-checking to make sure it was real. "Where did you get this money? You didn’t steal it, did you? Hey, everyone, check your wallets! Has anyone lost money?"

Tiffany shouted.

The entire class instinctively checked their bags, shaking their heads in response. Tiffany narrowed her eyes at Cedric, suspicion written all over her face. "Tell me where you got this money! If you got it through some shady means, I’ll call the cops!"