Ultimate Ruler Of The Infinite World

A goodly gate decorated with a sparkling ornament opened at the horn of the red Ferrari shoving into the gorgeously abode.

The mansion was beautifully built that it could get one's attention in split seconds. An obvious display of wealth or power designed to attract the attention of others.

The red Ferrari halted, and two burly men stumbled out of the car immediately and opened the back seat door of the car.

A woman believed to be in her 30s stepped out of the car. Her lordly entrance into the ostentatious mansion fit for royalty.

Her footsteps stopped when she heard a loud bang at the gate of the mansion. A young boy was hitting angrily and ceaseless at it.

“Open the gate! I want to see Mrs. Taylor!!” He said with a heavy bang on the gate, causing so much turmoil than expected.

“Who's that?” Mrs. Taylor asked one of the burly guard.

“Ma'am, he's DD, the cleaner! “ Everyone in the Mansion including Mr. Taylor himself address him as DD, they aren't really concerned about his name. Many times, they just call him the cleaner.

“Let him in!” With that, they opened the gate for him. Dylan headed straight to Mrs. Taylor Without any atom of fear.

When he got closer, Mrs. Taylor noticed some bruises on his face, which accentuated his messy clothes. If she doesn't know Dylan to be a cleaner in the mansion, she could have concluded that he was a beggar crawling around for alms.

“I thought my husband warned you never to step your feet into this compound again, you poverty-stricken and dirty thing.” She blasted at him with her fingers pointed towards him.

The words were like a sharp dagger piercing deep into his heart. Tears couldn't help but welled up in his eyes.

“I don't want trouble with you nor this family, I just want my salary for all the years I have been working as a cleaner. I need my money to sort things out, Ma'am.” He voiced out desperately. One could see how desperate he needed the money from the way he sounded.

Dylan worked as a cleaner for Mr. Taylor for years, gathering money for his tuition f*e until he got a scholarship to further his education. With that, he entered an agreement deal with Mr. Taylor to save up for the rainy days like this.

And it's his girlfriend's birthday, and he thought of surprising her with an expensive girl.

“Did you just say your money? Did you own any money? Do you even know what it takes to make money, you poor fool? No wonder you will die as a poor orphan!!”

He felt disappointed, even though he expected this outcome. He had no other hope than getting his years' salary from this family.

“Please…! Mrs. Taylor, please, I beg you in the name of whatever thing you believe in. Help me, even if it's one-fourth of my years' salary, I will appreciate.” He went down on his kneels and begged passionately.

With tears pricked at the corner of his eyes, They streamed down his cheek. The burly men felt for him. They could see his disappointed and hopeless face covered with tears. They know how Dylan had to work before going to school. Pity was an understatement.

He crawled towards Mrs. Taylor, who stood there nonchalantly.

Dylan wasn't ready to give up, he was ready to do double of the work just to get a good gift for his girlfriend's birthday.

Mrs. Taylor threw a disdainful look at him like he was some kind of trash. She showed no single empathy for him.

“Don't touch me, you nitwit. Hey, take this thing out of my sight!” With that, the burly man grabbed him by the collar and tossed him back. He stumbled and fell after being caught off guard.

After working all these years for them, this is how they choose to pay me back? This family is heartless and wicked!

He felt an uncontrollable anger steaming up within him. He stood up with his hand forming into a fist. Attacking them might get him killed, and that will not put money in his pocket.

He turned and was about leaving when a black Maybach Mercedes-Benz shoved into the mansion. The car was escorted by three other expensive cars that could leave one in its wake when told how much they cost.

Though the glasses of the Maybach Mercedes-Benz were tinted, Dylan knew who that was. That was Mr. Taylor Grey, the man he had worked for as a cleaner all these years.

Mr. Taylor stepped out of the car angrily and on the sight of Dylan, his anger got fueled. With fury burning and coursing through his veins, he walked straight to Dylan with no restraints, ignoring all the guards that bowed to him politely.

He leaned forward and gave him a dirty slap!

“… SMACK…!!!”

The resonating slap left an imprint on Dylan's face.

“You poor little thing! I warned you never to step your feet into this building again, but you have the effrontery to carry your messy and oozing self here. Guards…!! Deal with this nincompoop again, and this time around, show no mercy!” Taylor yelled at the top of his voice.

The guards' felt for him, but they would rather not be on the bad book of one the wealthiest man in the city nor lose their job, so they had to do as they were instructed to.

“Please… Mr. Dylan, I think you should leave, that'd be the best option!” One of the burly men pleaded with him, but Dylan ignored him.

“I've worked for years without payment, Mr. Taylor. This was not the agreement, please.... I seriously need….” He didn't finish before Mr. Taylor interrupted with a harsh tone.

“To hell with you and your unfortunate life… Oh, you think I was going to pay you all these years, you must be a joker.”

“But Mr. Taylor, I need the money.” With a deplorable tone, he voiced out.

“Please, Mrs. Taylor, help me beg him, talk to him please….” While he turned towards Mrs. Taylor, she just glanced at him with a despising face, ignored him and walked into the house.

“If that money is what will save your life this night… I will rather see you dead.” She spat on the ground and added, “No wonder you're an orphan, Your poor parents couldn't stand to bear the miserable child they brought to the world. An absolute misery that's what you're.”

Enough of this humiliation! I have been begging for my salary for days now.

Dylan can stand to be beaten, humiliated and insulted, but it's a different story when his dead parents are insulted.

With his face covered with hatred and annoyance, he roared and charged at Mr. Taylor, “Don't ever speak ill of my parents like that again,”

He almost unleashed a thunderous punch at Mr. Taylor's face, but he was quickly intercepted by the burly men. That was the closest anyone can go.

“What? This poor thing wants to fight me? Beat him up again and throw him out…! And if he ever step his foot here, kill him. I would rather not repeat myself.”

On hearing that, Taylor's lackey threw a resounding punch to Dylan's face. He crumpled and fell to the ground when the second punch came in.

“Argghhh!!! “ He grunts in pain and staggered up.

The burly man unleashed another punched at his stomach. He felt a stabbing, sharp pain as he sluggishly stepped back.

They held him up and tossed him outside the gate. He landed with a heavy impact and as he managed to get his composure, he cursed,

“I hate this family!!! You all are heartless.”

“You better not come back here!” One of the burly men warned him and left.

“Tell Mr. Taylor to pay up my money. Tell him, or I will take it by force.”

That wasn't going to happen, and he knew it.

"Wicked souls…!" He yelled in agony when he realized that he was powerless and nothing he can do to get back at them.

Feeling humiliated and confused, he carried his weakly body and swollen face under that sun and started trekking to his girlfriend's place.

He walked clumsily because of how weak he was. His shoe even got damage at some point, but there was no money to get a taxi, so he trekked barefoot until he finally made it to her place.

When he got to her apartment, he almost opened the door, but didn't when he heard the conspicuous hints of a female moaning in pleasure. It was obvious that they were having some pleasurable moment.

His heart sank, and he felt like his heart was pounding in his mouth. He couldn't accept what his mind was telling him. So, he swiftly opened the door to confirm if he was just imagining or hearing things.

Luckily, the door wasn't locked and his eyes widened when he saw his girlfriend naked, and cuddling with Mr. Taylor's son.

“Ashley…?”