All eyes were on Braden as he walked through the roads of Renvar city. His clothes were undersized and torn but and his muscular handsome features distinguished him from others.
He was searching for Mandarium Hotels and Boutique. When he found it, Braden quickly dusted his feet and walked into the hotel. Once he entered the fancy hotel, his eyes widened. The luxury around him was intimidating as it was his first time in such a posh place, and he was in awe of the grandness. The hotel was owned by Bethel Riverson, one of the wealthiest men in the state. With Braden's new money that he owned, he could build a hotel just like this for himself.
As he took in the opulence, he began to realize that people were giving him strange looks. They were staring at him like he was lost and didn't belong there. He even saw them whispering.
"What is this wretch with torn clothes doing here?"
"He looks like a wrestler who no longer has a job."
"Or a poor model."
"He's very handsome but he's still a wretched beggar."
They all said these as they gave him scrutinizing, ugly, insulting looks. Braden smiled to himself. If only they knew that he was richer than every single one of them in that place.
As he approached the boutique section to buy a suit, he saw a man reporting him to a hotel staff, pointing directly at him. The hotel staff, which was a pretty blonde woman starting rushing towards him, looking quite angry at him. Braden rolled his eyes. 'Here goes nothing.'
"Excuse me sir," the woman said. "But what are you doing here?"
"Me? I'm purchasing a suit," Braden answered simply.
The woman smiled insultingly. "We don't have suits for the likes of you, sorry. We only sell expensive clothings for rich and wealthy people. You can go down the street to the 'Bend Down And Select' Drifter clothing shops over there. I'm sure there's something cheap and poor for people like you."
Braden ignored her comment, smirking cockily. "What about this one? I like the dark tone on the blue. I think it will match my eyes." He showed her a nice expensive suit that he had picked.
"Didn't you hear what I said? You can not afford such a premium suit, so please keep it and get out of our hotel."
"What's the price of the suit?"
"That suit is seven thousand dollars!" she replied.
"Seven thousand dollars," Braden exclaimed. "Whoo. That's expensive. But not expensive enough."
"What? Listen you wretched man, get out of here with your torn clothes and your stinking... muscular body before I call the cops!"
"And how about this one?" Braden showed her an all black quality suit with intricate gold designs.
"Are you out of your mind? That suit is costs more than you have made or you will ever make in your life. It costs twenty five thousand dollars!"
"Now that's what I'm talking about," Braden smiled. "I will buy this one."
The hotel staff glared at him as though he had grown a second head. "Are you stupid? With what money? Before you get the money to buy this suit, you will have to sell your body parts."
Braden took out his new phone, and after pressing some buttons, looked at her with an indifferent expression. "There. The money is sent. You can meet with the receptionist and ask if she received a sum of twenty six thousand dollars. Twenty five thousand for the suit and one thousand for your kind and professional attitude towards me." He looked at her tag. "Miss Kessie."
The hotel staff, Kessie was dumbstruck for a second. "Wait here... don't go anywhere." She then walked to the receptionist. Braden smiled as she left.
< YOU ARE EASING INTO THE BILLIONAIRE LIFESTYLE QUIET EASILY, MR. CROSS. >
"I guess I wasn't born to be poor. I was born to be a billionaire," Braden replied.
When Kessie returned, she had a look of guilt and apology on her face. She really couldn't believe that this homeless looking man had that much money with him.
"The money has been paid. Please forgive me, Mr Cross. I judged you wrongly based on your appearance. I should have known better."
"Don't judge a book by it's cover is a very popular saying," Braden replied. "But don't worry. I am used to it."
"Thank you for the extra one thousand dollars you paid on my behalf as well. I am very grateful," Kessie said. Braden then put his phone into his pocket after typing something, then said, "I have just paid the ten million dollars which was the price of this hotel. The money has been sent to Bethel Riverson's account and now this hotel belongs to me. Including you, Kessie. You are now my property as well. Everything here is mine. Even all these expensive suits you were talking about."
Kessie couldn't believe her ears. Who was this man?
"Some men will soon be here with the contract for me to sign. And once I sign it, the ownership of Mandarium Hotels will belong to me. Let me go and clean up and change."
"Yes... Boss," Kessie replied, still stunned.
When Braden was done dressing, he came out of the changing room looking all different, rocking his new expensive suit. The fabric fit him just right, and he looked a bit like a movie star, a powerful mafia lord or the leader of a military regime. His hair was combed neatly, and the suit emphasized his sharp muscles. In this outfit, he looked seriously masculine and powerful. Everyone stared at him, including the ones that gossiped and insulted him.
"Is that the same guy?"
"It is. So he's actually rich. And sooo handsome."
"That suit looks so expensive."
"I would do a lot of things for a man like that."
Kessie was standing by the door as two men in suits approached Braden with a suitcase. They opened it and the contract was inside.
"Mr. Cross? This is for you. We only need your signature and the hotel is completely yours to do as you wish."
Braden nodded his head coldly. "Good." He then signed 'Braden. C' on the paper and the men then put the contract back into the box. "You are our new boss, and we all work for you from now on, Mr. Cross. I'm Bane and that's Buck. We'll be your side bodyguards."
"That's very good to hear," Braden replied. "Now take those people out of my hotel." He pointed at the ones who had said mean things about him when he entered. "They were disrespectful to someone of a higher status than them. I don't want to see them here again."
The men started dragging the people who had said all those things about him, including the man that had reported him to Kessie.
"Please, Mr. Cross, forgive us!" They beg. "We won't do it again. Please, let us just stay here. Forgive us, sir."
Braden ignored them. "Stand by the door. I'll let you know when I'm done here." He then turned to Kessie who was standing nervously praying Mr. Cross won't deal with her as well. "As for you Kessie, follow me to my private room. Bane, lock the door when we enter inside. I don't want any disturbance. Kessie and I will be very busy."
"Yes sir."