Chapter 038

"Julian, who the heck does that guy think he is huh? how dare him make us wait so much?" a youth lavishly dressed snorted, visibly annoyed.

His name was David Banks. His father Joe Banks was a rich oil merchant who had a a huge amount of shares in an oil well. He had various dealings with the government and was quite the respected fellow.

Even the mayor of West Wing city would have to respectfully address him as 'Sir'

Riding on his dad's influence, it had always been David making people wait on him, not the other way round.

Julian panicked when he noticed the other young rich scions in the banquet room starting to grumble.

"Guys calm down. Drew must have been held up due to the traffic. But don't worry, he'll be here any moment from now!"

Julian felt like crying. If he offended any one of those attending the banquet, his Wayne family would be finished!

The only reason he could attend such a gathering was due to his status as an in name disciple of a Divine Physician.

"He could've just used a private jet. Tsk, what a bore" the one who spoke was Melissia Fox.

Her father was the direct disciple of a Divine Physician.

Health is wealth. The saying was quite true. For the rich, what mattered most to them was their health. What was the point of having so much money if they couldn't live comfortably and enjoy it?

But Divine Doctors were exceedingly aloof. It was quite difficult to book an appointment with them without going through their direct disciples first.

As such, offending them was akin to offending the Divine Physician behind them. Just a single word from the Divine Physician would result in many big shots clamoring for the offender's head.

"Well.. i am not sure if Drew has a private jet" Julian replied with a stiff smile.

"What?! he dosen't even have a private jet?" Melissia cried out exaggeratingly.

Her remarks made those in the banquet room burst into sonorous laughter of mockery and naked disdain.

"Well, what do you expect Julian's friend to be? hahaha. Birds of the same feather do flock together" a youth with unbuttoned shirt exposing his pale white chest gwaffed, his implying a hidden meaning.

"What do you mean Luke?" Julian face went frosty.

"What do i mean? isn't it obvious? You are an unremarkable individual! Naturally, all your friends are bound to be mediocre" Luke spat with contempt.

"You shouldn't even be here. Just thank your lucky stars that you found yourself a remarkable mentor. Oh, i forgot.. he drove you out for being a talentless trash. Hahaha"

Luke's words struck Julian's heart like a thorn, tearing open past wounds.

"I'll kill you!" he completely lost it, lurching at Luke.

"Hmph" Luke stepped back casually.

Pa!

The bouncer behind him slapped Julian, causing him to stagger.

"Next time you dare attack the young master. I won't be that merciful" the bouncer warned coldly.

At that moment, the door swung open and Drew strolled in.

Behind him was Boss Jay.

"Oh? it's pretty lively in here" he noticed Julian holding his swollen cheeks.

Instantly, everyone's eyes fell on him.

"Who is this stray cat huh?" Luke scruntized Drew condescendingly.

Drew was just wearing some casual bermuda shorts, flip flops and a tank top. Totally unremarkable.

Drew ignored Luke's remark, walking towards Julian.

"Who did it to you?" he asked.

"It's nothing. I'm just so glad you were able to make it. Haha" Julian tried covering his swollen cheeks.

"A fresh swell. Judging from the handprint, it must be a muscular hunk" Drew analysed, glaring sharply at Luke's bodyguard.

"Why did you hit him?"

"So what if i hit him. I was just teaching him his place. Do you want to avenge him? tsk. Tsk" Luke smirked.

"Heck. Do you like chasing clout that bad? i am talking to that muscle ape. Why do you have to interfere. Don't tell me he's yor dad!" Drew's widened his eyes.

Those in the room burst into laughter.

"You.."

Luke had never felt so provoked in his life. And worst of all, his body guard was laughing at the joke as well.

Just as both sides were on the verge of erupting into conflict, a voice rang.

"Quit messing around you two"

The one who spoke was a youth, clad in baggy sweatshirt, joggers and white sneakers. His hair were plaited in braids.

Drew was taken aback. Although he was staring at a male, he felt many pretty girls were lacklustre when compared to him.

To his surprise, Luke nodded meekly, opting to stand behind the seated 'handsomely beautiful' youth.

Not just him, the rest of the young rich scions apart from Julian all took their stand behind the youth.

The gaze they sent his way was filled with unconcealed respect.

"Who's that guy?" Drew could no longer hold back his curiosity.

"He is Tom Mick" Julian replied solemnly, like as if uttering the name was a huge honour.

Drew was left questioning the essence of life.

Bro! it's just a pretty boy. Why are you all treating him like a god?!

"You are Drew?" Tom finally spoke, after studying Drew with his gentle but sharp eyes.

"I am pleasantly shocked that young Master Tom knows my name" Drew smirked.

"Oh? you know who i am?" a smile played on the former's lips.

"It will be blasphemy if i am ignorant. Young master Tom's name resounds loud as thunder and his ways as fast as lightning. You are my number one idol!" Drew showered Tom with fake praises.

However, the latter was completely unfazed.

"Julian said you managed to heal Mr. Callahan's sickness. How true is that?" Tom temperament went stern.

"It was a piece of cake. Although my paltry tricks is nothing, in the presence of young master Tom" Drew flashed a humble smile.

Somehow, his instincts kept on warning him that Tom was dangerous.

So he had to act subservient or he might risk exposing the secret of the system.

"Hmph. At least you know what you did was paltry tricks. Let me tell you, young master Tom visited Mr. Callahan and treated him"

"Young master Tom must've cured Mr. Callahan back then. You just happened to be there when the cure worked it's magic!" Luke chided.

Drew couldn't utter a word. What an idiot! how could a cure which only worked the next month possibly exist.

However, he failed to realize just how much standing Tom had in the hearts of the rich younger generation.

Tom fell into contemplation. He knew quite alright that he wasn't the one who cured Mr. Callahan like how the crod painted him to be.

However, he didn't bother to correct them.

"Since you were able to achieve such a feat, let us have a duel"

"What deal? and what's in for me if i join?"

"I'll give you ten million. Is that fair?"

"I don't need money. I have that in excess"

Although Drew was saying the truth, nobody believed him. They thought he was just being courteous.

"Then what do you want?"

"I want shares" Drew smirked.

"Chairs?" everybody thought Drew had run mad.

Did this guy reject ten million just for a cheap chair?!

"If i win you, i want to buy ten percent of shares in each and every one here family's business. If i loose. I'd do whatever you want me to" Drew proposed.