The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85

Alex’s heart pounded in his chest as he gripped the steering wheel tighter. The road blurred ahead, but all he could think about was the time ticking mercilessly on the dashboard.

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Ten minutes past the hour. Damn. He was already late, and his father would surely not let him off.

He hit the accelerator harder.

The pressure on his shoulders felt like a physical weight.

He couldn’t afford another slip-up-not after the last quarter’s fiasco. Not with the board breathing down their necks. And especially not with his father’s unrelenting expectations looming over him.

As the city skyline draws closer, the huge building comes into view.

Now Alex loves to piss his father off but he knows when not to stretch it too far so his brother doesn’t suffer for it.

God he has no idea what he is doing. Mia Turner has driven him crazy to the point he doesn’t care anymore. He just wants to give into what his heart wants, he wants an end to the restlessness.

If he likes her so much then maybe he should stop punishing himself and just do what his heart yearns for.

God! He didn’t think twice when he offered his place, it just fucking came out of his mouth.

And yeah he fucking left her in his fucking house. Fuck!

It’s crazy even thinking about it. Considering her surname, Alex has gone beyond the stage of caring about that.

His father will probably have his head

He screeched into the underground parking, flung open the door before the engine had fully died, and sprinted toward the elevator.

His heart raced with anxiety. He adjusted his tie in the mirrored wall, trying to steady his breathing.

When the elevator doors parted, Alex didn’t wait. He practically jogged down the corridor, nodding curtly at every “Good morning, sir” like they were distant noise.

His eyes stayed locked on the polished double doors of the conference room.

He paused for a second, his hand on the handle, trying to collect himself. His father’s voice echoed in his head-always calm, always sharp, like a blade.

“If you can’t show up on time, don’t bother showing up at all.”

Alex pushed the door open and slipped in.

The room was full-dozens of expensive suits, sharp gazes, and faces he recognized from countless finance articles. Every major investor they’d been courting for months was here.

He exhaled in relief. The meeting hadn’t ended yet.

But the air in the room felt heavy-tense.

He scanned quickly. Danny stood at the front, fumbling with a PowerPoint remote, sweat visible on his brow. His voice was

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low, monotonous, unsure.

The presentation was falling flat. The investors looked bored-some checked their watches, one even suppressed a yawn.

His eyes flicked to the head of the table where his father sat with his hands clasped under his chin. He wasn’t speaking. But his eyes-those cold, assessing eyes-said everything. Disappointment. Frustration. Embarrassment.

Okay time for your magic Alex. He mumbles to himself

He walked to the front of the meeting.

Effortless. Calm. Wearing his usual confident slight smirk that never quite left his face. He gave a slight, graceful bow to the room, as if he hadn’t just walked in fifteen minutes late.

His father didn’t say a word. Not a scowl, not a reprimand. Nothing.

Alex didn’t even glance at him again.

He knew better than to show submission. He played the game differently-like he was already above it.

“Apologies, gentlemen,” Alex said smoothly. “Unexpected emergency this morning. I appreciate your patience.”

He greeted a few of the investors personally-shaking hands, throwing in inside jokes, using names like they were old friends. The men visibly relaxed, the energy in the room shifting like a sudden gust of wind.

Alex took over the presentation without asking. Danny, looking half-grateful, half-humiliated, handed him the remote and stepped aside.

And just like that, the meeting was his.

“Now,” Alex began, clicking to a new slide. “Let’s talk numbers. But not just numbers-let’s talk vision.”

The room came alive. Heads turned. Eyes sharpened.

He spoke with passion, but never desperation. Confidence oozed from his every word.

He didn’t just present the plan-he sold it. Like the future of their empire was already written and this was the winning script.

He walked them through projections, expansion strategies, global outreach-his voice never once faltering.

Everyone had to admit it. The guy was good.

No, not just good-magnetic.

By the time Alex finished, the once-bored investors now looked animated. They nodded, smiled, some even clapped lightly. A few stood to shake his hand again before they filed out.

Alex watched from the corner, his insides twisted in a familiar knot. He had rushed here, heart pounding, terrified of letting everyone down.

He had walked in late, taken over the stage like a king returning to his court, and somehow saved the day.

Again.

Alex’s eyes found his father. He hadn’t moved a muscle the entire time. But when he stood up, he didn’t look at Alex. Not

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