Nozel had been riding for several minutes, stopping occasionally to ask for directions. It turned out there was some confusion... Apparently, the organization had two branches in the city, and not everyone knew about the second one.

“I’ll just head to the closest one,” he thought. “They both belonged to my father anyway.”

Eventually, he found the location. He parked and stared at the building for a while.

It was tall and magnificent, clearly built on solid ground and oozing wealth. It didn’t look like the kind of place just anyone could walk into.

“How could this be the branch?” Nozel asked aloud, frowning slightly. Before heading in, he turned around and entered a café nearby to grab some breakfast.

After finishing his meal, he stepped back outside and took a final look at the building. Flashy cars were driving in and out, people dressed in tailored suits and expensive shoes moved confidently in and out of the entrance, briefcases in hand. The place screamed power and status.

“What did Dad even say about me in that will?” Nozel murmured, still thinking.

“Unified X Industries, huh? Dad always did have a weird way of naming things…”

Taking a breath, he approached the entrance, but before he could get close, two security officers blocked his path.

“Hey, where do you think you're going?” one of them asked.

Nozel stopped and smiled politely. He figured they were just doing their job.

“I’m here to see the owner. I was invited on official business.”

The guards looked at each other with smirks. One was tall and muscular, the other short and overweight.

“Really?” said the shorter one. “Why don’t I believe that?”

Nozel reached into his jacket and pulled out the card Andrew had given him.

“This was handed to me by a high-ranking man here. He said I could come see him anytime.”

The taller guard took the card, glanced at it, then leaned in to whisper something to the other.

“Unfortunately,” the taller one said, handing it back, “we can’t let you in.”

“This place has a strict dress code,” the shorter one added smugly. “And you... definitely don’t meet it.”

“You’d only embarrass this organization walking in like that,” he continued, both men chuckling.

The polite smile on Nozel’s face faded. He stood straighter, voice calm but firm.

“I need to be in there speaking to that man right now. I came a long way, and now I’m being mocked over my outfit? How despicable.”

The shorter guard scoffed. “Walk away, or we’ll use force.”

Both men drew out their batons, ready for trouble.

Nozel wasn’t desperate, at least not enough to brawl his way in. He exhaled slowly, clenched his fists, and turned to leave.

But just then, a convoy of black, exotic cars rolled in, catching everyone’s attention. They kept coming... sleek, luxurious, and intimidating, until they finally came to a halt in front of the building.

Nozel stood frozen, watching.

Men in black suits exited the cars, eyes scanning the area like bodyguards on high alert. Then a door swung open, and a man rushed out of one of the vehicles, looking genuinely concerned.

As he approached, Nozel stepped back cautiously until he recognized the man.

“Oh, it’s just you, Andrew. You startled me,” Nozel said, smiling faintly.

“Young Master Nozel,” Andrew said firmly “I sincerely apologize for not specifying which branch was the main one.”

With that, he bowed deeply.

“It’s… alright,” Nozel replied, a little awkwardly. “We’re only human, after all.”

The two guards stood stiffly, eyes wide with confusion. Their arrogance quickly melted into panic.

“Who is that guy?” the short guard whispered.

“If he calls him ‘young master,’ we might’ve just messed up,” the tall one replied, eyes widening with dread.

“We should head to my office,” Andrew said, gesturing toward the cars.

Nozel started walking, then paused.

“Is something wrong, young master?” Andrew asked, concerned.

Nozel turned, walked up to the two guards, and asked loudly, “How much power can I exercise now?”

“Being your father’s son already makes you powerful enough,” Andrew replied without hesitation.

“Well then…” Nozel said, narrowing his eyes. “I want these two gone before I step into that car.”

The guards instantly dropped to their knees, begging.

“This is our only job!” the short one sobbed, nose running.

“We’re sorry... we didn’t know who you were!” the tall one cried.

But before they could reach Nozel, the security team from the convoy moved in, tackling and pinning them to the ground.

“Please, boss!” the tall guard cried to Andrew.

“I don’t care what you did or said,” Andrew said coldly. “The young master does not like you. That’s reason enough for me.”

He turned away and joined Nozel, stepping into the car.

“Let’s go,” he ordered the driver.

As the convoy began to pull away, Nozel looked out the window, smiling slightly. Power had a taste… and it was sweet.

From across the seat, Andrew opened a briefcase and pulled out a sealed envelope.

“I think it’s time you heard your father’s will.”

Nozel’s smile faded.

He leaned in, bracing himself.

Knowing the kind of man his father was, he could only expect the unexpected.