The Uprising of the Despised Heir

Chapter 2

Stephen's eyes widened in disbelief as he blinked repeatedly to confirm what he was seeing. It was William Morse, someone he had known in the past and regarded as a father figure.

Stephen asked, hoping he wasn't mistaken,"William! Is it really you?"

William replied, standing beside a man in black glasses. "Yes, Young Master. It's me."

Relieved, Stephen let out a deep sigh and collapsed on the ground. His body ached from the intense fight. He looked up at the dark sky, hoping for a moment of respite.

The two men who referred to Stephen as "Young Master" sat down beside him and offered their assistance.

William looked concerned at Stephen, he said,"You seem to be badly hurt, Young Master. Let's get you in the car, and let me treat your injuries."

Stephen reluctantly agreed to enter the Rolls-Royce, realizing he had no alternative. Despite enduring excruciating pain, he chose to remain silent. This infuriated William, who was tending to Stephen's injuries.

With his eyebrows barely knit together, William said, "Young Master, just give me the word, and I will burn down the house of the person who hurt you!"

Although William's hair had turned completely white, his intimidating presence remained unchanged. Stephen remembered him from childhood.

"No need for that, forget it!" Stephen said.

Despite the Geoff family's ill-treatment of him, Stephen couldn't bring himself to burn down the house where his wife's parents lived. However, this didn't mean he was going to remain silent.

William protested furiously while pressing the cloth to Stephen's injuries, "Young Master, you can't let them get away with this! They've gone too far!"

Stephen assured William, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it," he said confidently.

After compressing the bruises on Stephen's body, William grabbed Stephen's shirt, which was no cleaner than the mat. The old man immediately opened the storage compartment in the car.

Stephen was surprised when he asked William what he was searching for. "What are you looking for, William?"

William looked guilty. "I'm trying to find a new shirt for you, but I can't seem to locate one. So, you can wear mine instead!" he took off the expensive suit he was wearing

Stephen looked into the old man's brown eyes and convinced him, then he said, "Stop it, William! You're like a father to me. Thank you so much for taking care of me!"

Slightly irritated that Stephen refused his kindness, William said, "Alright, but don't blame me if you get itchy from your shirt!"

Stephen put on his dirty clothes. He noticed his face in the rearview mirror. He had worked tirelessly day and night before, so he paid no attention to his physical appearance.

A sudden urge within Stephen led him to shave his facial hair. "William, do you have a razor?"

Moments later, William handed Stephen a razor, which he kept in the car. Stephen immediately shaved his facial hair clean.

William offered sincere praise to Stephen, exclaiming that he was still the dashing young heir of the Hudson family.

William looked at Stephen regretfully. "I'm sorry I was late finding you."

Stephen replied with a smile.

"It's okay, William. Seeing you again makes me so happy."

"During your disappearance, many complicated things happened in your family. But don't worry, you still have access to your parents' inheritance. It's just one of the many resources available to you." William handed Stephen a sleek black card.

William explained, "It holds nothing less than 100 billion dollars. You can use it for anything,"

Stephen accepted the card and carefully stowed it away in his wallet, which only held $5 and an identification card. "Thank you for safeguarding my parents' fortune," Stephen said with a bitter smile, contemplating the tragedy that took the lives of his parents.

"This car, the mansion in Milfair, some date groves in the Middle East, the vineyards in Windvista, the chicken and beef farms in Dartdover, the Magnificent Emerald group, and many other assets in the name of Sebastian Hudson belong to you. If you don't mind, we can leave Rosewind for now and stay with me and Oliver wherever you want," William explained.

It wasn't wrong for William to have been Sebastian Hudson's dedicated right-hand man. He had been responsible for protecting Sebastian's property.

William explained, "Recently your grandfather's health has been deteriorating. I hope you can come to visit him. But remember, they have considered you dead. So, there will be a lot of people who will not like your presence."

William was right. As a man who had been declared dead, Stephen's name had been removed from the heirs list. His presence without proper preparation would only lead to danger.

Stephen nodded in agreement. "Yes, I will definitely come to see Grandpa."

The man with black glasses said from the driver's seat, "Now, where are we going, Young Master? Let me drive you."

Stephen said, "You'd better take me to a clothing store. Can you see how dirty my clothes are? I'll take a taxi home later."

William and Oliver understood Stephen's meaning. If the young master of the Hudson family didn't want to reveal his identity yet, they could only obey.

The car moved smoothly along the lively streets. After approximately fifteen minutes, Oliver parked the car in front of the city's most renowned fashion gallery.

As Stephen reached for the door handle, William stopped him. "Wait, Young Master!"

William handed Stephen a business card, and Oliver did the same.

William exclaimed excitedly, "After this, we'll meet again. The Magnificent Emerald Group is waiting for you to lead the company!" Stephen responded with a faint smile.

After keeping the two business cards in his wallet, Stephen walked confidently towards the Rosegold Fashion Gallery. The building's glass walls looked impressive from the outside, and its modern and minimalist interior design was accentuated by bright lights.

Regrettably, Stephen was intercepted by a security guard before he could enter the gallery.

A man in a security uniform barked, "Stop! Are you blind or just plain stupid? Can't you see the magnificent Rosegold Gallery sign up there?" He pointing to the glowing red letters on the rooftop.

"Yes, I can see it," Stephen responded nonchalantly.

The guard let out an exasperated sigh. "Oh, I see. You can read. Congratulations, you've achieved the level of a grade-schooler. But do you even know what kind of place this is? This is the top-notch fashion gallery in Rosewind, with prices that would make a beggar like you cry! You're nothing but a pathetic loser who can't even afford decent underwear!"

Stephen replied firmly, countering the security guard's insult, "Don't judge a book by its cover, you arrogant prick!"

The security guard, however, became even more arrogant and eager to insult Stephen.

The guard cackled obnoxiously. "Don't give me that crap, philosopher boy! This is the real world, not some fairy tale. No one with money dresses as shabbily as you do!"

The security guard narrowed his eyes as he scrutinized Stephen. "Hold on there!"He then pulled out his cellphone and turned it on.

"Hey, you look familiar to me!"

A video of Stephen being beaten by a restaurant guard and Bryson appeared on the gallery guard's cellphone. The stocky man in the uniform of a security guard laughed out loud as he witnessed Stephen's body being trampled by a man in a black suit and heard all the sadistic insults that came out of his mouth.

The gallery security guard laughed, making Stephen irritated. "You're right, dude! Don't judge people just by their looks! I thought you were an ordinary bum, but it turns out you're a perverted bum!" Stephen ignored the security guard and headed for the gallery.

The security guard was too engrossed in his insults to notice Stephen walking away. "Oh, I get it! You're here to ogle all the pretty girls, aren't you? You think I don't know you're going to mess around in this gallery! I won't let it! You may have shaved your beard, but you're still a sleazy perv to me!"

He bellowed from the bottom of the stairs,"Hey, Jerk! Stop right there!" But, Stephen ignored him and continued towards the glass door.