The New Heir

Danial felt his heart pounding as he tried to make sense of Barley's cryptic words. "Young Master, Sir Barley, what do you mean? Why did you call me Young Master? I think you have the wrong person," he stammered, his voice trembling with uncertainty.

Barley, who was now on his feet but still visibly shaken, wiped away his tears and took a deep breath to steady himself. "Danial," he began, his voice heavy with emotion, "Barley White greets the Dragon Kings."

Danial's mind reeled at Barley's words, his confusion reaching new heights. "Young Master Dragon King? What the hell is going on?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Barley composed himself and gestured for Danial to take a seat in the chairman's chair. Danial hesitated, his mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. "What? No, are you kidding me? That's your seat. I can't sit in it," he protested, feeling overwhelmed.

Barley's expression softened, and he placed a reassuring hand on Danial's shoulder. "Young