The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 50

Axion Enterprises’ club was located on the southern outskirts of Harrowfell, surrounded by mountains and water

with stunning scenery. It was a comprehensive venue combining equestrian sports, high-end social events, and

an exclusive private club.

In addition to offering activities like horseback riding, golf, tennis, and swimming, it boasted a luxury hotel,

beauty salon, lounges, and vibrant nightclubs. It was designed to meet the social, entertainment, and relaxation

needs of the elite from Harrowfell and the surrounding cities.

The club operated on a membership system, with different levels granting varying privileges. Of course, even the

lowest-tier members weren't ordinary people.

The owner of this club was Nathaniel, the youngest heir of Axion Enterprises. He had been Dominick's classmate

during their tat an elite private school, which Marissa and Julian had also attended.

Marissa had been admitted through connections with the Vanderbilt family. Julian, on the other hand, had earned

a spot due to his exceptional academic performance as part of a scholarship program.

For the club's grand opening gala, Nathaniel had not only invited Dominick but also extended the invitation to

their former teachers and classmates from school.

With her spirits high, Marissa couldn't stop smiling as she gazed out at the passing scenery and their

approaching destination. "Dom, look," she chirped. "This place is actually pretty nice. Seems like Nathaniel, that

troublemaker, finally decided to take something seriously for once."

Unlike Dominick, who had been groomed from a young age to inherit his family's business, Nathaniel, as the

youngest heir of an old-money family, had the luxury of being reckless and indulgent. With no pressure to

becthe successor back then, he'd always done as he pleased.

Back in school, Nathaniel had been a troublemaker through and through. If he wasn't getting into fights, he was

chasing girls-or almost blowing up the school.

His grades had been so poor that the Beaumont family had no choice but to send him abroad after graduation.

No one expected that, upon his return, he'd pull off such a big accomplishment.

Julian glanced back from the front passenger seat and chuckled, "If Nathaniel didn't start proving himself soon,

the Beaumont family would've exiled him for good." Dominick, staring out the window, remained silent, neither

agreeing nor disagreeing with Julian's remark.

The Beaumont family's internal affairs were even more complicated than the Vanderbilt family's. What they

called "exile" was, in sways, a form of protection for Nathaniel. After all, he was the heir to the Beaumont

family. Even abroad, his life was one of luxury and privilege.

With the competition for the Beaumont family's succession growing fiercer, Nathaniel's return at this tsurely

had a deeper motive.

Dominick had no interest in the Beaumont family's internal . However, with Vanderbilt Group's upcoming

collaboration with Axion Enterprises, he understood that any move by Axion Enterprises- especially from

Nathaniel-could have significant implications for Vanderbilt Group.

Therefore, for Dominick, this visit wasn't about attending an opening gala or a casual reunion like it was for

Marissa and the others. | was an opportunity to closely observe Axion Enterprises and Nathaniel. Everything else

was just meaningless socializing.

Meanwhile, Grayson sat quietly in the car, his gaze drifting to the lush trees and greenery outside. Unexpectedly,

he found himself thinking of Paisley. He wondered if she could recognize the trees, flowers, and grass here.

Before long, the car entered the club grounds and stopped at the hotel's main entrance. A team of reception

staff and a group of early-arriving classmates were already waiting by the door.

Upon seeing Dominick's car pull in, everyone broke into warm smiles, lining up on either side of the car door as if

they were peasants awaiting the arrival of a king.

Though they had been classmates once, not everyone had the chance to cross paths with Dominick again after

stepping into the real world.

The club's general manager, David Wilson, personally stepped forward to greet him, opening the car door with a

bright smile. "Welcome, Mr. Vanderbilt. It's an honor to have you here."

Marissa stood beside Dominick, holding Grayson's hand, looking every bit like a picture-perfect family of three.

Former classmates eagerly approached to greet Dominick, but he responded with a cold and distant demeanor.

"I have to say, Marissa, you and Dominick look just like a family," Alexis Foster said. Back in school, she and

Marissa had been close friends, and they had stayed in touch even after graduation.

Marissa smiled faintly. This was exactly the impression she wanted to create and the message she intended to

send. "Dom and | are family," she replied softly, glancing up at Dominick to gauge his reaction. When she saw

that Dominick didn't refute her words and maintained his faint, reserved smile, her own smile deepened. Sure

enough, after hearing her answer, the way everyone looked at her changed noticeably. Their gazes carried a

newfound respect, as though they were seeing the future Mrs. Vanderbilt.

This was precisely the effect Marissa desired and aimed to convey. She wanted everyone in Harrowfell's elite

circles to know that she was the only woman who belonged by Dominick's side.

David spoke respectfully, "Mr. Vanderbilt, Mr. Beaumont is unable to attend due to work commitments, so he

askedto welcyou on his behalf. Rooms have already been prepared for you. Please, allowto show

you the way."

Dominick then gave a slight nod, signaling for him to lead the way.

At that moment, an MPV pulled up slowly at the entrance. As the door opened, a familiar figure cinto view,

catching Dominick and the others" attention.

From inside the car, Paisley noticed the crowd gathered at the hotel entrance from a distance. She frowned

slightly and asked, "Why are there so many people at the entrance, Lucy? Are they here for us?" Lucy looked

puzzled. "I don't think so. The manager in charge of receiving us, Ms. Wendy Lewis, just messaged me. She said

she got held up and asked us to wait for her in the hotel lobby."

While they talked, the car cto a stop at the entrance. Lucy got out first, opened the door for Paisley, and

took her luggage.

On the other side of the car, the nanny, Maria, stepped out holding Serena. The little girl was bursting with

excitement. Ever since arriving in Harrowfell, Serena hadn't had much chance to run around and enjoy herself in

open spaces. Today, she seemed eager to make up for it.

As soon as Paisley stepped out of the car, she spotted Dominick and Grayson standing with Marissa, surrounded

by a crowd of people showering them with compliments. Paisley thought, 'No wonder there's such a crowd at the

entrance-it's because Dominick, the big shot, is here."

Dominick was unusually dressed down today. He wore a gray-and-white cardigan over a plain white T- shirt

paired with loose-fitting, well-tailored white casual trousers. Beside him, Marissa donned a well- matched luxury

casual outfit. Her long, curly hair flowed naturally over her shoulders, with a stray lock casually falling onto his.

Grayson, holding Marissa's hand, had his hair meticulously groomed, making him the spitting image of Dominick.

With the three of them standing side by side, they looked every bit like a family. Seeing this, Paisley crossed her

arms and let out a soft chuckle.

Lucy asked in confusion, "What's so funny, Ms. Sutton?" She glanced toward Dominick and Marissa in the

distance and thought they looked oddly familiar. A moment later, it clicked-Lucy had seen them before at that

fancy restaurant when Gary hosted a dinner.

Paisley shook her head and grumbled inwardly, ‘Talk about bad luck."

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