Poor Bread Seller Was Kind to a Mechanic… Not Knowing He Was a Billionaire’s Son and This Happened.

The room went still.

“Leave where?” Richard asked.

“Somewhere far away,” Daniel replied. “Somewhere no one knows who I am.”

Richard leaned back and studied him carefully. “If you want to travel, say the word. I can arrange anything tomorrow.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Daniel said, his voice firmer now. “I want to live like an ordinary man.”