Daniel's mind reeled as he processed the events of the past two days. From James's initial revelation to the confrontation with Mr. Jenkins, everything seemed surreal. But as he walked out of the restaurant with James, he knew his life was about to change in ways he never could have imagined.
They drove through the city in a sleek black Mercedes, passing luxurious mansions and high-end cars. Daniel's eyes widened as they turned into a grand estate, complete with a sprawling lawn, a fountain, and a circular driveway.
"Welcome to your new home, Daniel," James said, his eyes shining with warmth.
As they stepped inside, Daniel's gaze swept across the opulent foyer, taking in the crystal chandelier, the marble floors, and the sweeping staircase. The air was thick with the scent of fresh flowers and polish.
James led him through the lavish rooms, each one more breathtaking than the last. Daniel's eyes lingered on the expensive artwork, the plush furnishings, and the stunning views of the city skyline.
Finally, they arrived at a cozy study, where a photo on the desk caught Daniel's attention. His father, standing with a proud smile, his arm around a young woman - Daniel's mother. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he felt a sense of connection he had never known before.
"This was your father's favorite room," James said, his voice low and gentle. "He wanted you to have everything, Daniel. And I'm here to make sure you receive it."
As they walked through the estate, Daniel noticed the condescending glances from the staff. They seemed to be sizing him up, wondering how someone like him could inherit such wealth and privilege. He felt a surge of determination, knowing he had to prove himself worthy of his father's legacy.