The World Under His Fist

CHAPTER FIVE

Ansel's eyes searched for the man as he felt as if he knew him. He stared at him. Those dark brown eyes seemed to overflow with distant memories in his head and the young and full of energy smile despite his wrinkles from old age on the man's face was all too familiar.

Like a spark, the man's identity returned to him. “You are Carlos, aren't you?”

Hearing Ansel's correct guess, the man's smile broadened. “Yes! Yes I am!" He beamed so excitedly that it was almost blinding. "I really can't believe that you still remember me, how wonderful!” He exclaimed, not even trying to hide his excitement as it was written all over his slightly wrinkled face.

Carlos was a man in his late sixties but was always neatly dressed. Most people even believed he was a lot younger than he claimed. A fine black suit stood firmly against his healthy body, and he held a black walking stick with a golden round head on the top. He had worked as a butler for Ansel's family for over three decades.

Ansel gruffly scoffed. “How could I ever forget the faces of the people who caused me so much pain? Your faces are forever engraved on my head because I can't forget the loss you cost me,” he said coldly.

His words drained the butler of his smile in an instant, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest, knowing now that Ansel still remembered the unfortunate incident.

Wordlessly, Ansel turned around and continued his way out of the hall. Though the old man followed him and kept close to him.

“Young master,” the butler said calmly. “I understand that the Yorke family did cause you a lot of pain, I included for just being a bystander. But I wish you would let go of everything that has happened and come home with me.”

“Home?” Ansel snapped and stopped on his track. He barked a laugh and turned to face the man. “What home? I know where my home is, and it is not with the people who… who killed my parents.” His voice wavered.

He hadn't thought about the incident in a while and now, it was as if he was reliving the dreadful moments once again.

Carlos let out a deep sigh. “Young master, Lord Yorke… your grandfather had no such intentions in mind.”

“Oh really? He didn't? Okay let's see, he sent us out of the house and even ran us out of the city without a dime! I was just a kid back then, but he still didn't care.

“While my parents were striving hard in this unknown city, they ended up dying and leaving me all alone.” He tried to stop the tears that pricked at his eyes.

“Lord Yorke is most exceptionally sorry for that. When he heard about the death of his parents, it really hurt him and not him alone. The entire family was shaken. The entire empire!”

“Why? Weren't they the ones who connived together and decided to have them thrown out of the city? Did they ask you to come and throw me out of the planet as well?” Ansel's brow arched.

Carlos shook his head. “Of course not! They all want you back home! Lord Yorke had a lot of time to think about his actions and before then, he had already ordered me to search for you! I searched for so many years until I finally found you in this city.

“Young master, please, Lord Yorke is really sorry, and he wants to make it up to you, but he cannot do that if you do not give him a chance. I ask for your understanding, so please come back home.” His brown eyes glimmered with hope.

“Forget it,” Ansel said bitterly. “You can forget about me and tell him to do the same. I no longer exist in your world.”

He turned around to leave, but his butler stopped him. “Young master, Lord Yorke, has already told me you would be this way the day I find you.”

“Good, he has a little good reasoning left,” Ansel said dryly.

Carlos cleared his throat. “If you don't come home now, we can always give you the time you need to rethink it, but in the meantime, he has made arrangements for the largest company in Ferrera city to go under your name, and he also sends a small amount for up keeping.”

Carlos dug out a black card and handed it to Ansel. “This is what is known as the ultimate black card, only five of them exist in the whole world, and you have now become an owner of one.”

Ansel smiled. “You can thank me for this gesture of his, but tell him I will not take any of his bribes even if I was dying.”

He didn't even want to think about it twice. It was all because of his grandfather's rash decision that he had to suffer for so long and even lose the only family he had left then.

He could never forgive the old man even if the world was ending.

“Young master, please, if you won't accept this for yourself, then you should at least accept it for the people around you. For example, Mr Albert still needs two million dollars.”

Ansel let out a soft laugh. He ran his fingers through his disheveled brown hair and his tongue slid out to lick his lower lip. “What a lovely scheme this is, you are going to try to manipulate me through him?”

“What? No way!” Carlos immediately responded. “I could never do such a thing, not even out of desperation! I am only trying to let you see that he is a reason for you to be rational.”

Ansel let out a soft sigh. He indeed had to be rational. There was nowhere else he could get the money anyway. “How much are we talking about here?” His eyes searched the card as he asked.

“Well, he is hoping to see you at our doorstep soon enough, so not much. Only thirty billion dollars.”