The woman pulled the boy behind her.
“Run!”
The suited men pushed through the crowd.
The little girl grabbed the boy’s hand.
Together they raced through the luxury stores while security guards shouted in confusion.
Finally they escaped into a private office above the gallery.
The woman locked the door.
The boy was shaking.
“What’s happening?”
The woman wiped away tears.
“Your name isn’t Noah Parker.”
The boy frowned.
“What do you mean?”
She opened an old photo album.
Inside was a picture of a smiling family.
A mother.
A father.
And a small boy.
The boy in the picture was him.
“You were kidnapped when you were three.”
His entire world stopped.
“No…”
The woman nodded.
“Your father spent years searching for you.”
“Where is he now?”
The room fell silent.
The woman’s eyes filled with tears again.
“He was murdered.”
The boy felt sick.
“Who killed him?”
Before she could answer, a voice came from behind them.
“I did.”
Everyone froze.
A hidden door had opened.
Standing there was a silver-haired billionaire.
The owner of the entire Grand Royale Gallery.
The man smiled coldly.
“And I’m also your grandfather.”
The boy stared in horror.
His grandfather slowly raised a folder.
Inside were documents proving the boy was heir to a fortune worth billions.
The old man stepped closer.
“Everything your father owned now belongs to you.”
The boy looked at the papers.
Then at the man who had admitted to murder.
“Why are you telling me this?”
The billionaire’s smile widened.
“Because tomorrow, you’ll have to decide whether to send me to prison…”
He leaned closer.
“…or take my place as the most powerful man in the country.”
The boy’s eyes widened.
And the story was only beginning.
