The next day Elvis decided to visit The Elites' Estate. He had to start a new life now that his status had changed. On arrival at the estate, he met with the security guards who greeted him with so much respect as soon as he introduced himself.
Mr. Paul Klein had called them earlier to tell them that Elvis was the new owner of the estate and he was coming around, so as soon as Elvis introduced himself, they welcomed and treated him with respect.
Elvis was spellbound by all that he saw. The estate was magnificent, sprawling over acres of meticulously landscaped grounds, offering a breathtaking blend of natural beauty and architectural elegance. The mansion stood tall with its breathtaking ornate architecture.
As Elvis approached the mansion, he noticed a sleek black car parked in front of the houses that lined the estate. It was a car that looked very familiar - the same white Ford vehicle he had seen at Mr. Dwayne's birthday party. He could tell by the plate number. He was good at taking note of intricate details.
Curiosity getting the better of him, Elvis discreetly moved closer to get a better look. He hid behind a thick hedge, peering out at the scene. The car's tinted windows prevented him from seeing who was inside, but he sensed an air of importance surrounding the vehicle.
Moments later, the car's door opened, and a tall, impeccably dressed man stepped out. He exuded an aura of confidence and authority.
As the man turned to inspect one of the houses on the estate, Elvis's heart skipped a beat. He recognized him instantly; it was Roy Wallace! The same person who hated him.
"What was he doing here?" Elvis thought.
It was obvious Roy was inspecting the house. He walked around the house, examining its exterior and taking note of the ornate stonework and the exquisite architecture. It was as if he was assessing every facet of the mansion to determine its worth. As Roy circled the house, Elvis couldn't help but notice the glint of appreciation in his eyes. It was a look that spoke of more than mere admiration; it hinted at desire.
Almost immediately, Elvis noticed the passenger door of Roy's sleek black car open. Suddenly his eyes widened as he saw a young woman step out. She was elegant, her every movement graceful and poised. Her auburn hair cascaded in loose waves down her back, and her dress, a shimmering emerald green, flowed around her like a silken waterfall. As Elvis took a closer look, he noticed that it was Leslie.
It was then that it hit him—the call he had received while on his way to The Elites' Estate. It had been from Leslie's lawyer, informing him that the divorce papers were ready to be signed. Elvis had made up his mind to go through with it as soon as he was done inspecting the estate.
It was clear that Roy held a significant place in Leslie's life now.
Elvis couldn't resist the temptation to explore further into The Elites' Estate. As he moved closer to the grand houses that lined the opulent grounds, Roy and Leslie spotted him, their eyes narrowing with disdain as they locked onto him. Elvis felt a surge of discomfort wash over him, and he hesitated for a moment before approaching them.
Roy looked Elvis up and down with a mocking smirk, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Well, well, what do we have here? A pauper wandering the halls of the elite."
Leslie, standing beside Roy, gave a condescending chuckle. "Did you get lost, Elvis?" she quipped.
"Or are you looking for a job as a cleaner for one of the rich men that live here? I hear they're always in need of someone to scrub their floors."
Elvis smiled, giving a quick response. "Maybe."
Roy burst into laughter. "I warned you not to mess around with me, loser. At least you know what I'm capable of now, don't you? I'm not surprised to see that it has come to this. You've lost your jobs, so you're looking for another..."
"And that reminds me... I hope you've signed the divorce papers because I can no longer have anything to do with a hopeless fool like yourself." Leslie interrupted.
"You're worse than a fool, Leslie..."
"How dare you call her a fool?" Roy spoke in anger as he moved closer to Elvis.
"It looks like you haven't learnt your lesson yet. You still have the guts to run your mouth in this hopeless state of yours... Look, be rest assured that you'll never find a job here, even as a toilet cleaner!" Roy said towering over Elvis, and looking into his eyes, intimidatingly.
"I'll do all within my power to make sure that no one here employs you. I've got the connections and power, and I'll use them against you, bastard!" Roy said as he walked away from Elvis to where Leslie was.
"Come on, sweetie. Let's leave this idiot and go in to check the house." Roy told Leslie.
Leslie smiled at him in satisfaction, turning to leave with Roy. Then she turned as if she suddenly remembered something. "We forgot to tell you, loser, that this is going to be our new house.
My fiance will be purchasing this beautiful and exotic mansion in the next few minutes." Leslie took a second disdainful look at Elvis before she turned to follow Roy into the house.
Elvis watched as Leslie and Roy disappeared into the grand mansion of The Elites' Estate. The encounter with Roy and Leslie had left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Without hesitating for a moment, Elvis reached for his mobile phone and dialled the number of the estate agent that had been provided to him by his uncle's solicitor. The call rang for a few moments before it was answered by a tired and gruff voice.
"Hello?" the agent answered tiredly.
"Is this Craig Dawn, the principal agent of The Elites' Estate?" Elvis inquired, trying to keep his voice steady.
"That's right," the man replied, his tone softening slightly. "How can I help you?"
"I am Elvis Klein..."
"Wow... Great to hear you, sir." There was some sudden brightness and alertness in the voice. The agent had been earlier informed that Elvis was the new owner of the Estate.
Elvis wasted no time. "Listen, I need you to do something for me. There's a man named Roy Wallace who wants to buy one of the houses on the Estate. Do not, under any circumstances, sell the house to him."
There was a pause on the other end of the line as if the caretaker was processing the request. "Mr. Wallace, you say?" he finally responded.
"Yes. Roy Wallace," Elvis replied.
"Alright, sir." The caretaker replied.
Meanwhile, after Roy and Leslie had screened the house and were satisfied with all that they had seen, Roy screamed excitedly.
"It's time to change my social status... it's time to be respected by the high and mighty in this society... It's time to create a unique class for myself." He said beating his chest proudly and confidently. Then he picked up his phone and began to dial a number.
"Hello, I have fallen in love with the 5th house in the estate, so I'd be going for it..."
"Sorry, Mr Wallace. You can't purchase the house..."