The bodyguards grabbed me, and I had no energy to fight them off.

I could only struggle and shout, “Let go! What are you doing? He’s not the heir of the Morgan family!”

Steven paused when I said that. He turned around and smirked at me. “Is this your attempt at begging? You should try harder, got it?”

He tapped his foot. “Get on your knees and kiss my feet. If you do that, I’ll consider letting you off.”

The woman in his arms spat and made a retching noise. She pursed her lips and turned to Steven. She said coquettishly, “I’m sorry, Mr. Morgan, I accidentally puked on you a bit…”

Steven looked at her and squeezed her behind. The look on his face was lascivious. “No worries. Cameron’s nothing but a dog at my feet. He’ll do whatever I ask!”

After Steven said that, the bodyguards shrewdly forced me to the ground. They ordered, “Hurry up! Make sure those shoes shine!”

When my head was shoved down, a sour stench assaulted me. Something sticky and stinky covered my face.

I held my breath and shouted, “Don’t go too far, Steven Anders!”

When he heard me call his full name, the surrounding spectators started to whisper amongst themselves. They said, “Shouldn’t his last name be Morgan?”

Steven’s expression darkened. He glared at the people who spoke up and explained impatiently, “Why would you believe what a driver says? You idiots!”

As he spoke, he took out a stack of cash, as if trying to prove that he was truly the heir of the Morgan family.

He flung the cash into the air and announced, “I’m the only heir of the Morgan family, and I can do anything I want here! If you spout nonsense again, I might just escalate this issue!”

The money fluttered to the ground, and everyone immediately got to their feet to grab as much as they could. As they did, they went along with Steven, saying, “That’s right. Oh, Mr. Morgan is so generous. How could he be a fake?

“Besides, he’s in a different luxury car every time he comes. I’ve checked. They all belong to the Morgan family!”

Steven looked at me in triumph. He stomped on my finger and ground down on it. “Do you see? No one here will believe your drivel!

“You’re jealous of me! You’re jealous that I was born into a rich family, while you’re the sort of person who will only ever be beneath me!”

He ground down even harder on my finger as he spoke, and I could feel that it was on the verge of breaking. It hurt so much that I was sweating bullets.

Seeing that I was still holding my ground, he lost his temper. He looked at the group of people still picking up the money and said, “Are you all deaf? Didn’t you hear what I said? Drag him to the back alley!”

After that, the bodyguards grabbed me again and dragged me into the alley behind Dreamscape.

The alley was narrow and suffocating. It was impossible to successfully yell for help in there.

Luckily, when I realized Steven was impersonating me earlier, I had already put my dad’s car plates and the driver request into the family group chat. I had also sent a message reading, [Dad, why are you going to Dreamscape behind Mom’s back and hiring girls for a night out?]

At this point, I was sure that both Mom and Dad were rushing over here.

I was thrown to the ground, and I felt blood trickling from the corner of my mouth. When I looked up, the bodyguards were surrounding me. They snickered and asked, “How should we deal with him, Mr. Morgan?”

Steven languidly walked to stand before me. He took several deep pulls from his cigarette before bending down. Without a word, he stabbed the cigarette into my face. I could not help but cry out in pain. “My father won’t let you off for this, Steven!”

Steven scoffed and stabbed the red-hot cigarette into my face again. “Your father?”

Steven exhaled a cloud of smoke and said in a mocking tone, “Oh yes, I remember now. Your father would pick you up from school sometimes. But he’s only a driver himself. He’s hardly a successful or capable man. What can he do to me?”

A driver?

The person who picked me up from school was the Morgan family’s butler.

I was about to say something when Steven got up and threw his cigarette butt away. He waved at the bodyguards. “Grab a cigarette each. I want to see some nice burns on his face!”

At that, the bodyguards rushed to get some cigarettes out and light them. They wore sinister smiles as they came for me. They kept up a stream of threats and insults. “I’ll burn you!”

Before I could take another breath, those lit cigarettes were pressed into my skin. Burns flared up one by one, sizzling and numbing at the same time.

Right then, Steven’s phone started ringing, and he immediately shushed us.

The second he answered the call, his voice became overly sweet. “What is it, Tamara? Are you at Dreamscape? Right now?”

Steven’s tone was sycophantic. “Alright, I’ll come right over and get you!”

Once he hung up, the woman in Steven’s arms said sourly, “Is Miss Shane looking for you again?”

Steven smiled and squeezed the woman tight. “I wouldn’t even look at her if our family didn’t have a partnership with hers.”

Tamara Shane?

I had a vague recollection of that name. She was the daughter of the CEO of one of Morgan Group’s partners.

Soon, one of Steven’s cronies ran over in a panic. “Mr. Morgan, Miss Shane is coming!”

Steven immediately pushed the woman away from him. He put on an adoring look and went over to Tamara.

Tamara’s lips were tightly pressed together when she walked over. She said coquettishly, “Didn’t you say you’d come to mine tonight? What held you up?”

She paused before adding, “Right. Barry told me someone dared to knock into you? Why didn’t you tell me?”

As she spoke, she shot me a glance. She frowned and asked, “Is that him?”

Steven quickly pulled Tamara behind him. He said sweetly, “It’s nothing, darling. I don’t want to trouble you.” Then, his smile became even sleazier. “I’ll send you home. Don’t let this sort of thing scare you.”

Tamara only chuckled and walked toward me. “Why would I be scared of this piece of trash?”

She stomped on my chest in her high heels. I let out a grunt of pain.

She looked down at me and mocked, “I really want to know what sort of idiot dares to bother my fiance!”

Fiance?

My mind was buzzing. Did the Morgan and Shane families have a marriage agreement? Why did I not know about it as the Morgan family’s only son?

I weakly tried to slap her foot off me. I gritted out, “Does Mr. Shane know you have a marriage agreement with an impostor?”

Tamara was stunned for a second. Then, she started to snicker. She ground her heel into my chest. “Do you think you can come between Steven and me with just a few words? Dream on! If he’s an impostor, how could he have taken me home to Morgan Manor?”

My mind was in chaos. Could Steven really have brought her home when I was abroad for two years?

However, my parents had been home, so how could he have done it?

Before I could work it out, Steven pulled Tamara into his arms. “Don’t get mad, darling. It’s beneath you to talk to this worthless driver.”

Steven’s eyes narrowed, and he said with a smirk, “He’s been combative all night. I think he’s probably very thirsty now.”

He waved at the group behind him. “Let’s quench his thirst!”

The bodyguards laughed menacingly and quickly undid their belts.

I was trembling as I scooted backward. The alley was too narrow for me to go anywhere. My back hit the wall, and the bodyguards loomed over me. They taunted me as they relieved themselves on me. “Taste good, you piece of trash? If it’s not enough, there’s more where that came from!”

The acrid stink assaulted me, and the burns on my face started to sting again. I felt like I was being poked with a million needles.

I instinctively raised my arms to cover myself, but someone kicked my arms away. “How dare you act so high and mighty before Mr. Morgan? I’ll drown you in my urine!”

Tamara giggled and threw herself in Steven’s arms. “Oh, you’re so bad. I love it!”

Tamara turned to look at me. Then, she coaxed Steven, saying, “I’ll go home and tell my dad about this. He’ll tell Mr. Morgan to handle this for you!”

Steven waved a hand and said disdainfully, “There’s no need to tell my father. I’ll take this trash out myself.”

Just as he said that, we heard the roar of Dad’s voice. “You piece of trash! None of you is getting out of this if you really hurt my son!”