Chapter 3

Once Derek reached the nearest bus stop, which was at least a 30 minutes walk from the Smith mansion, he took a seat to rest his legs.

Tears started flowing down his face. It was hard to blame him. In one day, Derek found himself jobless and homeless. Truly, at a young age of 25, Derek hit rock bottom and it was not his fault. A group of heartless people have held him down and treated him like trash. Like a loser.

Suddenly, a Rolls Royce pulled up at the bus stop, the rear doors stopping right in front of where Derek was seated.

The driver then opened his side door and stepped out of the Rolls Royce; he then opened the rear door facing Derek.

A familiar figure was seated at the rear seat, surprising Derek.

"Wait a minute. I recognise you." said Derek. "Aren't you the VIP I saw earlier today at the office?"

"Yes that is correct. You must be Derek Smith. I'm Owen Beck, General Manager of Quinton Consortium." the VIP introduced himself.

Still thinking about the incident earlier in the day, Derek was about to kneel to apologise to Owen; but before that could happen, Owen rushed out of the car and prevented Derek from kneeling.

"Please don't kneel to me. It should be the other way around. Me kneeling to you....Young Master!" Owen pleaded with a worried look on his face.

Young Master???

Those two words shocked Derek beyond belief. For a split second, his mouth was gaped open, lost for words.

It took two minutes for Derek to compose himself before asking Owen, "Are you mistaken? Who's your young master?"

Owen replied, "You are! Your real name is Derek Quinton. Peter and Lea Quinton, the owners of the Quinton Consortium, are your biological parents."

Who didn't know the Quinton couple? The mere mention of the Quinton name can send shivers of fear to even the most successful businessmen in Townsville. Even the Smith family were nothing compared to Peter and Lea Quinton.

"I'm Peter and Lea Quinton's son? How is this possible?"

Derek is still dazed from this shocking revelation.

Owen motioned Derek to the Rolls Royce. "Please follow me, Young Master. Master Quinton will explain everything to you in his residence."

Although reluctant, Derek decided to follow Owen. After all, what did he have to lose?

If everything turns out to be a misunderstanding, the worst case scenario for Derek was to spend the night at nearby motel.

But if what Owen said was proven true, then what was rock bottom for Derek could be the turning point his life so desperately needed.

"OK Owen. I'll follow you back; but I have two conditions. Number one, until everything you just said is proven true, do not call me Young Master. Just call me Derek."

"Number two, if this is a misunderstanding, Mr and Mrs Quinton can't press any charges or lawsuits against me for impersonation. Are we clear?"

 

"Crystal clear, Youn...I mean Derek" replied Owen, realising he almost broke the first condition.

"Alright then, let's go." said Derek.

With that, Derek entered the Rolls Royce and the driver proceeded to drive back to the Quinton Mansion.