In life, Derek had always been the victim. He was never accepted in any place and phase in his life.
In school, Derek was always bullied and outcasted by his schoolmates just because they felt like it. The teachers were no better, punishing him for things that he didn't do wrong.At work, he was constantly picked on, not just in his last job but all jobs before that too.Even his adopted family and relatives would find ways to hold Derek back. This happened ever since Derek's adopted parents passed away when he was five years old.His adopted family, the Smith family, run a very successful business called DreamSmiths and lived in a big house in Townsville.The head of the family, Madam Louise Smith is mother of three sons, Dave, Raymond and Derek's adopted father Edward. Madam Louise is also grandmother to two grandsons: Charles and Mason from Dave and his wife Lois, and three granddaughters Chloe, Madison and Juri from Raymond and his wife Pam.After Derek's adopted father Edward and his wife Emma passed away due to a very deadly sickness, Derek was made to be the family's servant.Easy to say, Derek led a hard life.As Derek made his way back to his adopted family's house, a sense of reality and worry flooded his thoughts.He was just fired from his job. Where was he going to find work now?Just as Derek approached the Smith mansion, he was in for a rude shock.There was a worn, half opened suitcase at the gate of the mansion. In it was Derek's clothes."WHAT IS THIS?!?!?!?" yelled Derek. "WHAT ARE MY CLOTHES DOING OUT HERE?!?!""Hey! Shut up loser!!!"Standing at the other side of the gate was Chloe, one of Madam Lewis's granddaughters."I heard that you were fired from your job! What further use are you to this family you loser leech?" mocked Chloe.Derek looked up and saw the rest of the family standing at a distance, with mocking and disgusted looks on their faces."Your ex-colleague Desmond is a close friend of Charles. He told Charles about you. That's how we knew, loser."Chloe continued, "Since you are a jobless loser, we don't need you ruining our family reputation. Take your stuff and get lost!"Derek, absolutely enraged at the situation, picked up the suitcase. Before he turned to leave, he looked at the Smith family one last time with the utmost contempt and anger."Remember this moment Chloe! The Smith family will fall and I will be alive to witness it" said Derek, his teeth gritting with rage as he said it.As Derek turned to leave for the nearest bus stop, he could hear the Smith family mocking him and calling him a loser repeatedly.'Just you wait Smtih family. You will get yours. You too Desmond' thought Derek.Once Derek reached the nearest bus stop, which was at least a 30 minutes walk from the Smith mansion, he took a seat to rest his legs.Tears started flowing down his face. It was hard to blame him. In one day, Derek found himself jobless and homeless. Truly, at a young age of 25, Derek hit rock bottom and it was not his fault. A group of heartless people have held him down and treated him like trash. Like a loser.Suddenly, a Rolls Royce pulled up at the bus stop, the rear doors stopping right in front of where Derek was seated.The driver then opened his side door and stepped out of the Rolls Royce; he then opened the rear door facing Derek.A familiar figure was seated at the rear seat, surprising Derek."Wait a minute. I recognise you." said Derek. "Aren't you the VIP I saw earlier today at the office?""Yes that is correct. You must be Derek Smith. I'm Owen Beck, General Manager of Quinton Consortium." the VIP introduced himself.Still thinking about the incident earlier in the da
On the way to the Quinton mansion, Owen noticed that Derek was just staring out of the window of the Rolls Royce. He was curious about what Derek was thinking. "What's on your mind Derek?" "I have a lot of questions and thoughts running through my mind. I don't even know where to start." replied Derek. Owen understood his words and decided it was best to leave him be...until they reach the Quinton Mansion. After an hour's drive, they finally reached the Quinton Mansion, located at the western outskirts of Townsville. The Quinton Mansion itself is a marvel. Imagine a three-storey castle with rooms the size of a small apartment, complete with it's own en-suites, a kitchen with state-of-the-art equipment that Michelin-star chefs can only dream of, along with facilities like a swimming pool, a football field, a basketball court, a pool room, an in-built mini cinema and a garage the size of a duplex house filled with cars that only the 1% of the world's population can afford. "Master
Needless to say, Peter Quinton cringed, having to recall that fateful night that Derek was separated from him and his wife. Nonetheless the truth had to be told. "You were six months old when that night happened." began Peter Quinton. "We were all on the way back home from a dinner party when we were suddenly ambushed by a group of thugs." "While our security, lead by Owen, were fending off those thugs, we could hear some distinct shouting from them, one of which was 'Kill the Quinton family, including their baby!'" Peter Quinton had to pause for a moment as his eyes were starting to redden. Lea was seated at the edge of the bed, with tears forming up her eyes as well. "Back then, our business rivals were envious of our success in business; but we had no idea that they would be so ruthless and merciless..." continued Peter. "Thanks to Owen and the security team, we all managed to escape unharmed and made it back home safely. But your mother and I started to make plans to escape T
On the way, Derek looked at Owen and said, "I know I gave you two conditions earlier, one of which was not to call me Young Master. That condition still applies; call me Derek or Young Quinton instead." "Certainly, Derek. By the way, your suitcase is already in your new room. Still we have clothes in your closet for you to wear as you see fit." replied Owen, with a nice smile on his face. Once Derek reached his room, which was at the opposite side of his parents' room, he bidded Owen goodnight before entering. When Derek entered, his mouth instantly gaped open. There was a king-sized bed, a walk-in closet, a study table, an 80-inch mounted tv screen, a ensuite bath room complete with a gold-plated bath tub, a shower and a big ivory sink. 'Wow wow wow. This is what it's like to be a Quinton.' Derek thought. 'Well then, let's get settled.' It was easy for Derek to be overwhelmed by his new room. After all, back at the Smith house, he was forced to sleep in their store room and had
The sun shone brightly through the windows. The sun rays hit Derek's eyes so he had no choice but to wince and blink. 'A few minutes more please.' thought Derek. With good reason too. He slept like a baby for the first time in his life, on his king size bed. "Oh S***!!! I'm late for work!!" Derek jolted himself awake and for a brief moment, he was in a cold sweat. In that moment, it had not dawned on him that we was no longer Derek Smith; he is Derek Quinton. He thought he was going to be late for work and get bullied by his boss and colleagues. But he soon recalled the events of the day before and quickly calmed down. He remembered that he was fired from his job, thrown out of the Smith mansion, then picked up by Owen Beck to be reunited with his biological parents, the powerful Peter and Lea Quinton. 'That's right. I'm Derek Quinton now. No need to worry about an unrewarding job full of corrupt managers and ass-kissing workers. Nice.' thought Derek.At that point, heard a knock
Lea explained, "The Quinton Consortium is a collection of companies where we either own or have mast majority shares in. We don't invest blindly. Each company under the Quinton Consortium has a minimum net worth of at least $2 billion. We currently have 60 of the top 100 companies in Townsville and other cities around the world under the Quinton Consortium." Peter continued, "So you can imagine son, our Quinton family's net worth and value. Given your young age, your mum and I hope that you can take over our position soon." Derek listened intently with awe of his parents. He knew that they were rich and powerful but he had no idea the levels of wealth and power they actually have attained. But Derek is also quick witted and his mind works like a computer. While he was listening to his parents' explaination and wishes, he was already formulating a plan. "I know time is of the essence mum and dad; and someday I will be responsible enough to take over the whole consortium from you. I
Derek decided to wear his worn-out shoes that he had been wearing for the last two years. This is an additional step to disguise himself from his new found identity. To know who is worth his time or not, he knew he cannot reveal his true identity to the world just yet."Young Master!" a voice called out to him from the Quinton garage. Derek turned and saw the family driver, the same driver he saw the day before that picked him up from the bus stop. "Hi there. Just in time. I'll need a ride to the business district. Can you take me there?""Certainly, Young Master." replied the driver."Thanks a lot. By the way, how may I address you?" asked Derek."My name is Hector, Young Master. I've served the Quinton family as their driver for the last 30 years. I'm honoured to drive you around now Young Master.""Nice to know you, Hector. Oh wait, do you have Owen's number? I forgot to ask him for it. Send me his number and we'll get going." "Not a problem, Young Master. One moment please." Di
'Am I sticking out too much in the crowd? Maybe I should have worn something less casual.' Derek was looking around and started having second thoughts about his dress code. 'Maybe I'll get a couple of cheap suits just to blend in. I see a mall nearby. I'll go explore there.' Holding and sipping away on his cappucino, Derek then proceeded to the shopping mall named The BDT Mall. Inside, there were several men's clothing shops to choose from. Derek decided to window shop first to have a gauge of the prices in the business district. Needless to say, because the vast majority of the people are wearing business suits at the very least, they do not sell as cheap as Derek may think. 'Wow, the average price of the cheapest suits costs about $5,000. If I wasn't a Quinton, I can forget about coming to the HNW zone.' Derek thought in shock and awe. 'Ok this shop looks decent. I'll go in and have a look.' thought Derek. Before stepping in, he made sure to dispose of his finished cup of capp