Stepchild of a billionaire

Derek was dressed in an old, wrinkled business suit on a normal morning, with a few stubbles growing on his chin and messier hair that hadn't been trimmed in a long time. His eyes wandered out of the poor motel.

"That guy who looks like an addict and puts on company clothes to work, who is he trying to deceive?"

"Young people are as thin as sticks, this look is more suitable for thieves and robbers."

"Maybe he's tricking us into taking drugs. At this rate, he'll die early anyway."

As soon as Derek stepped out the door, he heard the neighbors with curly hair like instant noodles huddled around talking bad about him. Although Derek wants to speak up to shut down these talkative mouths, he is no good and has no words to explain properly. He looked down to see how pathetic he was and then climbed on an old motorbike to go to work. He was stabbed by the security below for a few sentences.

"When is the time to still ride this old-fashioned car? Are you so useless that after working for many years, you can't accumulate enough money to buy a decent car? Are you so useless? "

The fat security guard held a cup of black coffee in one hand, and a loaf of bread in the other hand, munching on it, eating and talking until the food was splashed out. He sneered as he kicked Derek's old car a few times. He thinks he is the most pathetic person in this company, but he knows there are people more pathetic than him.

Derek didn't bother to answer. He passed a few successful people, wearing luxurious clothes, wearing fine jewelry, and the noble scent of expensive perfumes floating around. Looking at those things, Derek smiled faintly in his heart. He doesn't know when he will have the courage to like them.

"The elevator signaled that there were enough people. Why did you still cut in? You wait for the next trip. "

Just put one foot in the elevator. Derek had been mocked, the frowning faces of the people in the elevator staring at him. The crowd in the elevator mercilessly pushed Derek out and joined him in contempt.

"Do you know that the inside is full of branded clothes?" It's unfair to us to let your filth in. I don't want to breathe the same air as the poor. "

"Not to mention the stench on him will overwhelm my expensive perfume." A cocky woman waved her hand in front of her nose, smiling eyes at Derek, who was standing outside, and then laughed.

Clenching his fists, Derek was trying to control his anger at everyone's insults. Because he knows himself better than anyone else here. They are all the descendants, the family of the tycoon, try to ask if Derek's words can be heard by them? Or just the occasional barking of a dog? Derek can only grit his teeth and refuse to let go.

"You guys are a bunch of rich people with no brains. Why don't you just die to save space? "

Before the elevator closed, Derek had time to slander the grotesque people, making them angry. If he can't curse in front of them, curse in your stomach. Sighing at having to wait in line for the elevator from the beginning, time did not allow Derek to delay another second. He raised his head and looked at the 30-story building with boredom.

Derek had just taken the stairs to the 15th floor when the staff inside the room rushed out for timekeeping. They purposely jostled each other to push Derek to the bottom row. Together, they bullied Derek, not wanting him to be on time. If timekeeping is not done on time, Derek's salary will be deducted from the late penalty.

"Derek! Stand back down a bit."

"You don't have eyes. Why don't you step back? Do you want us to suffocate? "

"Don't dirty my expensive clothes, get out."

A series of complaints resounded, Derek, from the second position, was now standing at the end of the line, and even stepped on his foot, shoved so hard that it made him angry, the blue veins on his forehead competed. Derek then yelled angrily,

"Are you conscious or not? You automatically cut in line and scolded me. From a young age, your parents didn't teach you how to queue, right?"

His loud shout attracted the attention of everyone around him, causing everyone's faces to turn gray. Did this bastard just scold them?

"Don't think that a new employee can do whatever he wants or scold whoever he wants to scold. A kid like you is just a game to entertain us. Get it? "

After Silas finished the timekeeping, he and the other men surrounded Derek. He used one hand to lift Derek's thin and sick body. His scary face stared as if he wanted to eat it alive.

"Don't expect to be on time, your salary this month has been deducted most of the time."

Silas grabbed Derek by the collar and threw him into a corner. Tables and chairs fell on Derek's body, creating a chaotic sound. A small body in a mess, Derek lies in the corner holding his left chest. His face also contorted a little more because of the pain. No control. Derek cannot control himself, and he coughs a little. Silas wiped his hands with a handkerchief as if he had just touched something dirty. He violently kicked Derek in the stomach a few times and then turned to leave. It's like playing with an old toy.

"A guy like you can only live at my feet for the rest of his life. You rise an inch, I push you down a foot, forever can't raise your head."

Silas wields considerable power in the organization. Until now, new employees were all entertained by him. Only Derek dared to react, which made Silas's extravagant nature of contempt for others more and more obvious.

Derek stared at Silas with strange eyes. Those eyes that were normally weak and cowardly, always avoiding people, but now, hidden deep in those captivating eyes, was bravery and defiance. Derek didn't avoid Silas's gaze as usual, which further annoyed Silas.

With a small smile on his lips, Derek said devilishly.

"One day, I'll make you regret saying that. Remember my name, Derek."