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A Salesman Shoved a Boy in a Backpack, Unaware of His Real Identity

A Salesman Shoved a Boy in a Backpack, Unaware of His Real Identity — Part 3
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Previously: When a snobbish car salesman violently shoves a young man in a simple backpack, he thinks he's just protecting a luxury sports car. But he has no idea who the boy's family actually is.

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Victor chuckled, believing he had completely cornered his young nephew. He stepped closer to Carter, looking down at his simple clothes and backpack with mockery. "You see, Carter," Victor whispered, "your grandfather is old and weak. He made a mistake thinking he could hand this kingdom over to a boy who dresses like a beggar. If you want to keep playing at being the 'young master,' you'll have to do it on my terms."

Carter remained calm, a slow, confident smile spreading across his face. He slowly unzipped his brown backpack, pulling out a sealed, official gold-embossed envelope that his grandfather had personally handed him that very morning. He slipped the document out and handed it directly to Victor's lead lawyer.

A Salesman Shoved a Boy in a Backpack, Unaware of His Real Identity
"I suggest you read the trust agreement my grandfather finalized yesterday," Carter said softly.

The lawyer took the document, his eyes scanning the pages quickly. Within seconds, the lawyer’s face turned completely pale. He leaned over and whispered frantically into Victor’s ear. Victor’s smug expression shattered into absolute horror as the lawyer explained the truth: the dealership land itself, and the brand's global trademarks, were held in an unassailable trust belonging solely to Carter. Victor’s newly purchased shares were completely worthless without the land lease, which Carter could terminate at any second.

Realizing he had been utterly defeated, Victor backed away, his face twisted in fury. He turned and stormed out of the showroom, leaving his lawyers scrambling to follow him. Andrew, realizing he was now completely unprotected, fell to his knees, begging for mercy.

Carter looked down at him, his expression firm but calm. "True class isn't about the price of a car or the clothes a person wears," Carter said. "It's about how you treat those who have nothing." He turned to Bernard and walked toward the sleek black sports car. "Get this man out of my sight, Bernard. And then, let's take my new car for a spin."

The End