CHAPTER 2: THE TRUTH BEHIND THE DENIM JACKET
CHAPTER 2: THE TRUTH BEHIND THE DENIM JACKET
The socialite quickly changed her attitude.
"Young Master, there has clearly been a misunderstanding."
Adrian frowned.
"A misunderstanding?"
"Of course."
Her smile looked forced.
"I was only concerned for your safety."
The surrounding guests exchanged looks.
Everyone had heard her insults.
Nobody believed her.
Before Adrian could answer, another voice echoed through the boutique.
"Concerned?"
An older man entered.
Silver-haired.
Elegant.
Powerful.
The manager immediately bowed.
Every employee followed.
Adrian's eyes widened.
"Grandpa!"
The old man opened his arms.
The boy ran toward him.
The socialite nearly collapsed.
She recognized him instantly.
Nathaniel Blackwood.
One of the most influential investors in the world.
A billionaire whose companies quietly owned luxury brands, hotels, and private banks across multiple continents.
Nathaniel turned toward the woman.
"So you're the person who decided my grandson didn't belong here."
The woman trembled.
"I didn't know..."
"No."
Nathaniel interrupted.
"You judged him exactly the way you judge everyone else."
His voice remained calm.
That made it even more terrifying.
The old billionaire looked around the room.
"My grandson wears denim because he likes denim."
He smiled at Adrian.
"My grandson flies commercial because he enjoys meeting people."
The guests listened carefully.
"And my grandson was taught never to advertise his wealth."
Nathaniel's expression hardened.
"Unlike some people."
The socialite's face burned with humiliation.
Then Nathaniel delivered the final blow.
"Effective immediately, all invitations to Blackwood Foundation events are revoked."
The woman gasped.
That single sentence destroyed years of carefully built social status.
Her luxury image had collapsed in front of everyone.
But Adrian wasn't celebrating.
Instead, he quietly asked,
"Grandpa, can we forgive her?"
The room turned toward the boy.
Nathaniel smiled sadly.
"Forgiveness is easy, Adrian."
May you like
His eyes met the socialite's.
"Learning from humiliation is much harder."
