Putting Morgan in front of the camera was impossible.
His movements and expressions were so stiff and mechanical, it was just unwatchable!
The owner tried seven or eight times but couldn’t get the shot she wanted.
She was starting to get anxious.
Someone suggested, “He’s not like most people; he has a hard time in front of the camera.
Why don’t we try some candid shots?
It might look more natural.”
The candid shots were better, but you could still tell Morgan’s movements weren’t quite like a normal person’s.
The owner watched the video and shook her head.
“This won’t work either.
His movements still aren’t smooth or natural.
This won’t get any traffic if we post it online.”
The manager had a flash of inspiration.
“Boss, why don’t we just say the guy is a simpleton?
That could be a gimmick.
Plus, we’d get a good reputation for helping a disabled person!”
The owner’s eyes lit up.
“That’s a great idea!”
The video went online.
His stunning good looks, combined with the “disabled” tag, actually made it go viral.
It racked up hundreds of thousands of views in no time!
Not only did Maya come across the video, but someone thousands of miles away in Stenham City saw it too.
In the general manager’s office of The Westwood Group, Felix’s assistant, Ashley, placed an iPad in front of him.
“Second Young Master, take a look at this man.
Doesn’t he look like the Eldest Young Master?”
Felix drawled lazily, “It’s been months, and every time it’s ‘doesn’t he look like him.’ Can’t you people find some reliable information before you report to me?”
Despite his words, he took the iPad and pressed play.
Felix’s long legs, which had been casually crossed on his desk, snapped back in an instant.
His eyes flew open as wide as saucers!
Others might get it wrong, but Felix and Vincent Westwood had grown up together.
He would never mistake him for someone else!
The man in the video, completely focused on washing a car, who could it be but his cousin, Vincent Westwood?!
To think that Vincent Westwood, the decisive and ruthless business magnate who once had Stenham City in the palm of his hand, was now working as a car washer in some godforsaken place!
Who would believe it if this got out?
Felix stared intently at the screen.
“Disabled?!
How is he disabled?!”
The Vincent Westwood in the video had all his limbs intact, without a single scar in sight.
Ashley replied, “According to the comments, they say there’s something wrong with his head.
That he’s…
he’s…”
As a mere assistant, he didn’t dare say the word “fool.”
Vincent Westwood…
that devastatingly handsome face was perpetually frosty, his gaze as sharp as a falcon’s, making people afraid to even meet his eyes.
Who would dare call such an untouchable tycoon a fool?
Felix eagerly opened the comment section.
“The guy might be a little slow, but he’s pretty cute, and he washed my car really well.
Thumbs up!”
“He’s so handsome!
But he wouldn’t agree to a picture no matter what I said, so I had to sneak a selfie with him.”
“Sigh, such a nice young man.
It’s a shame he’s a simpleton!”
Felix’s expression grew heavy.
He muttered under his breath, “‘Did he really become a simpleton?
How could…'”
But considering everything that happened on the day of Vincent’s accident, it wasn’t impossible that a head injury had left him with brain damage…
Ashley asked for instructions, “Second Young Master, should we report this to Chairman Westwood?”
“Not yet!” Felix put down the iPad.
“Don’t say anything until we have all the facts.
Look, this person may look like my cousin, but he’s a simpleton.
How could that possibly be him?
Don’t get Grandfather’s hopes up for nothing like last time.
He’s ill now and can’t take any shocks.”
Ashley asked, “So we’re just going to ignore it?”
Felix stood up.
“First, contact the owner of this car wash and confirm if this man’s situation is genuine, but don’t reveal who we are.
Also, my cousin never liked being in the media.
If this really is him, he definitely wouldn’t want to see himself posted online for everyone to comment on.
This video needs to be taken down so more people don’t see it.”
Ashley took his orders and left.
Felix turned to look out the floor-to-ceiling window, a sinister look slowly emerging in his eyes.
‘Brother, why didn’t you just drown?
Now your little cousin has to worry about you.’
He picked up his phone and made a call.
“Dr.
Quincy, has Grandfather’s condition improved?”
A respectful reply came from the other end of the line.
“The old master’s condition is worsening by the day.
If the Eldest Young Master doesn’t return soon, I’m afraid he won’t last more than three months.”
A smile flashed across Felix’s face, but his voice was filled with anguish.
“You must do everything you can to save Grandfather.
As for my cousin, I’m doing everything in my power to find him.
I think we’ll have news soon!”
Dr.
Quincy: “Rest assured, we will do our best.”
According to Clark Westwood’s will, upon his death, the inheritance rights to The Westwood Group would go to his most capable grandson, Vincent Westwood.
But if Vincent Westwood were gone, then naturally, someone else would have to take his place.
And he, Felix, was the only other choice.
The office door was knocked on again.
Ashley came in to report.
“Second Young Master, it’s confirmed.
The man’s name is Morgan, and he is indeed…
intellectually disabled.
And he…
he…”
Felix grew impatient.
“He what?
Spit it out!”
Ashley swallowed hard.
“The owner said…
he’s married…”
“What?!”
To Felix, this news was even more shocking than hearing that Vincent Westwood had become a simpleton!
It wasn’t just a shock to him; it would be a bombshell for all of Stenham!
Countless women wanted to marry Vincent Westwood, but he never gave them a second glance, nor did he ever give them a chance.
Someone had once sent a woman to his bed.
The very next day, he had completely bankrupted her sponsor’s company, running them out of Stenham for good!
There were even rumors that Vincent Westwood was either impotent or gay!
How could he disappear for only three months and already have a wife?!
‘Who is this woman with such audacity!’
Felix had to go see the situation for himself!
After Morgan’s promotional video went viral, the car wash’s business boomed.
Young female car owners lined up to have Morgan wash their cars.
He was so busy he barely had time to eat, leaving him exhausted every day.
Maya’s heart ached with regret, so she stopped letting him help with chores at home or at her shop.
Around eight in the evening, as Maya was closing up her shop, Morgan arrived after finishing his shift.
“Maya, let me!” He took over what she was doing and worked deftly, reporting on his day’s work.
“I washed fifty cars today!
I made twenty bucks in commission!”
“Fifty cars?” Maya was astonished.
Even a standard car wash takes fifteen to twenty minutes per car.
Morgan must not have taken a single break.
A pang of sympathy hit her.
“Morgan, you must be exhausted, aren’t you?”
Morgan nodded.
“A little bit.
It’s sore right here.”
His large hand rested on his lower back.
Maya said, “I’ll give you a massage when we get home.”
Who knows what he was thinking, but his eyes lit up.
“Really?”
Maya didn’t notice his expression.
She hesitated for a moment, then said, “Of course.
You’re so tired, you deserve one.
Morgan, maybe…
maybe we should just quit this job.”
Before, when she got off work, Morgan would always cling to her, even lying on the cool mat late at night just to talk to her.
Now, he’d come home, eat, shower, and fall asleep before they could even exchange a few words.
‘He’s just too tired.’
Morgan shook his head repeatedly.
“No!
I’m not tired at all!
I can earn lots and lots of money!”
Maya tried to persuade him for a long time, but Morgan was stubborn and wouldn’t budge, so she had to drop it.
She said, “Oh, right.
I heard from the owner today that a charity saw your video and called.
They said they want to help you.”
Morgan frowned.
“I have food to eat and water to drink.
What do they need to help me with?”
Maya: “Help you get treatment.
Or do you want to be a simpleton forever?”
Morgan fell silent.
Maya faced him and walked backward, looking into his eyes.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?”
Morgan slowly followed her.
“If I wasn’t a simpleton anymore, would you still want me?”