Bruce had grown up believing he was a nobody, struggling just to survive.
Now, everything he thought he knew was a lie. He wasn't sure what came next, but for the first time in his life, he knew he wasn't poor.
Lady Scarlet turned to Louis with a commanding yet gentle tone. "Louis, take Bruce to the mansion. Show him everything that belongs to him. He deserves to see the life he was meant to live."
"My… own mansion?" Bruce blinked in surprise.
Louis shook his head with a small smile. "It's even bigger than this one, young master. Shall we?"
Bruce followed Louis across the estate, passing manicured gardens and fountains that sparkled under the sun.
Within minutes, they reached a grand mansion, surrounded by towering walls and guarded by able-bodied security positioned at every corner.
Louis pushed open the heavy double doors, revealing a breathtaking interior of marble floors, gleaming chandeliers, and walls adorned with exquisite art.
"Welcome to your home, young master," Louis said with a slight bow, "Everything you see here is yours."
Bruce stood silently, staring at the marble floors of the grand mansion Louis had brought him to.
Every step he took reverberated through the expansive hallways, the sound bouncing off crystal chandeliers and gold-accented walls.
He still couldn't believe this was real. Just days ago, he was sleeping on a broken mattress, listening to rats scurry around his tiny, cold apartment. And now? He was standing in a house so big he could get lost in it.
Bruce shook his head, still feeling like he might wake up at any moment. "This can't be real," he muttered, his hands brushing against the smooth banister of the grand staircase. "I've never even imagined living in a place like this."
"It's not just the house," Louis said, motioning for Bruce to follow him. "Let me show you the rest."
Bruce hesitated for a moment, but his curiosity got the better of him. He followed Louis through a side door that led to a massive garage.
Bruce's jaw dropped. Lined up in perfect rows were cars, dozens of them ranging from supermobiles, sports cars, shiny convertibles, and even a few luxurious limousines glinted under the bright overhead lights.
Louis chuckled at Bruce's stunned expression. "This is your collection, young master," he said. "Every car here is registered in your name. Some of these are worth more than most people's homes."
Bruce ran his hand over the hood of a bright blue sports car. He didn't even know what it was called, but it looked like something out of a movie. "All of this… mine?"
Louis bowed. "All yours."
They moved to another wing of the mansion, where Louis opened a door to what Bruce thought was a museum at first.
Inside were rows of glass cases holding sparkling watches, diamond-studded cufflinks, and other jewelry.
Big shelves displayed the finest leather shoes he'd ever seen, and racks of clothes filled the room; suits, coats, and more, all made from the finest materials.
Bruce touched a tailored jacket, the fabric softer than anything he'd ever felt before. "I don't even know how to wear half of this stuff," he admitted said with a wide sheepish smile crossing his face.
Louis laughed lightly. "You'll learn. And if not, we'll hire someone to help you."
Next stop was an art gallery within the mansion. Ancient paintings were used to decorate the walls, some abstract, others lifelike.
Bruce wasn't an art expert, but even he could tell these pieces were worth a fortune.
"I don't know how to thank you," Bruce said as he looked at Louis.
"You don't need to thank me," he replied. "This is your birthright. Everything you see here is yours because it always should have been."
Finally, Louis handed Bruce a small black card. It looked simple, but the weight of it was unmistakable.
"This is your family's elite card," Louis explained. "It has billions of dollars in it, and it's for your personal use only."
Bruce stared at the card, barely able to process what Louis had just said. Billions. Not millions… billions. "I don't even know where to start," he expressed.
"You'll figure it out," Louis said, giving him a reassuring smile.
Just as Bruce began to feel overwhelmed, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw a message from an unknown number.
'It's time to pay today's fine. Don't think you can run from this.'
Bruce read the message twice before a bitter laugh escaped his lips. He knew exactly who it was from; the mayor, the same man who had passed a wrongful judgment on him, all because of his social status, and now demanded a fine of one million dollars for a crime he didn't commit!
Bruce's grip tightened on the phone as he looked up at Louis. "Louis," he said, his voice now cold, "get a convoy ready. It's time to pay someone a visit."