A Shocking Revelation

Damien stayed from a distance with his girlfriend and goons with a sour expression on his face while he saw how the guards were attending to the old man.

He was used to being the center of attention but now he was outclassed and outmatched by this old man.

He was supposed to be the one everyone bowed to instead here he was being shoved into a line by the bouncers with his men while the guards all ran to this old man.

Who was he and why was he here? How dare he show up and hog all the spotlight?

He gritted his teeth in anger but could not do anything about it. He could only fume in silence.

While Damien beat himself up internally, the guards hovered over the old man, giving him so much attention he could only nod at his chauffeur who told the bouncers to keep their distance.

Greg could see that the man looked like Steve from the house but he could not tell if that was Steve or not. All he could do was admire the man from a distance.

His eyes were still blurry from the beatings he had received as he tried to clean his face to avoid the blood from the bruises getting into his eyes.

"Hello sir," one of the bouncers greeted the old man with a huge smile on his face. "We had no idea you were coming, we would have made it empty for you."

"We hope you're doing okay sir," another added. But the man knew what they were after. They were looking for favors from him and he was not going to fall for their tricks.

One rule of being amongst the wealthy that he always obeyed was to not suck up to their money. It only bred insults and these men were too stupid to notice that.

He ignored the men and their complements as his eyes fell upon Greg. 

Greg noticed this and looked to the ground. He was already harassed and he knew he had embarrassed the old man and his master.

The man pushed through the hordes of guards walking straight through the crowd of people in his way as he stood in front of Greg.

With a bow he had everyone around gasping and muttering.

"Hello, young master, I have come to receive you. Apologies for the delay."

Everyone around gasped even louder as they were shocked at what was going on. How was this possible they thought. This was madness. 

The bouncers came over to stand beside the man as they muttered some words which Greg caught.

"Sir, this man is just a random beggar who has nothing to do with you. Let us escort him away from here so he will not soil your clothes."

The man turned to them with his brows furrowed in anger. If eyes could create laser beams and shoot them out, he would have done so.

The bouncers stepped away from the man whose chest rose and fell with rage.

"You stupid fools!" he thundered. "Don't even know who he is?!"

Greg loved how this was playing out in front of everyone. At first he had been shocked and confused but now he was happy that he was finally getting some kind of recognition.

At least the insults would stop for the time being.

The facial expressions of the guards as the old man had bowed to him and called him master was one he knew he would not get over.

Their expressions had been like they were about to shit their pants. 

The old man turned to him, giving him a clean handkerchief from his pocket to use in cleaning his bloody face.

"I'm sorry, you look just like Steve," Greg said shyly as the old man laughed.

"I'm not Steve. I am your grandfather's right hand man. I am the go-to guy for everything. Steve is still back at the mansion but don't worry, I've been said to have the same face as Steve."

Greg was visibly confused but he nodded as he cleaned his face.

"Are you alright? Do you have any internal bruises?"

"I'm fine," the heir answers wincing in pain while holding his ribs where Damien had kicked him in.

"You are clearly not fine. Shall I take you to the hospital?"

But the heir had had enough of hospitals. He wanted to get out of there and see his grandfather. After all, that had been the reason he had shown up in the first place.

"I'm fine," he smiled while still cleaning his face.

The old man nodded before turning to the guards with his hands squeezed into a fist. 

"You all stood around while he was being harassed and bullied. I repeat, don't even know who he is?!"

No one said anything as he went around slapping the guards on the face while punching some.

"None of you do! And you stood there without doing anything! You stood easy watching the young master and the heir to the Hudson corporations being harassed?"

This had everyone shocked as they looked at each other in shock, wondering how it was possible for the man being beaten a few minutes ago to be the heir to such a prestigious company.

"I'm so sorry sir," a guard trembled. "We didn't know…"

"Of course you didn't. Because as much as you all are big boned and strong you all are empty upstairs. Your brains cannot function well. How many times have I told you that we do not endorse violence here?

"I've said this over and over again until I've sounded like a broken record, do not endorse violence. You all don't hear. Now look at what you've done. I can't wait for Mr Hudson to hear about this.

"You all will be out of a job and I would personally make sure you don't get employed anywhere ever again."

The man fell to the ground begging and pleading for mercy as the old man looked away.