Then calmly handed the car keys to one of the security guards.

The man in the suit stood beside him, waiting respectfully.

The rich woman stared at him, still confused.

“What is going on?” she asked.

The chauffeur finally spoke.

His voice was calm, confident.

“I needed to see something.”

The woman frowned.

“See what?”

He looked directly at her.

“How people treat those they believe are beneath them.”

The guests grew quiet.

Whispers spread across the driveway.

The man in the suit stepped forward and addressed the crowd.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he said.

“This man is the majority owner of the company that financed this entire property.”

Gasps spread through the guests.

The rich woman’s face turned pale.

“You’re… joking,” she whispered.

The chauffeur smiled slightly.

Then he said something that made the entire party go silent.

“Technically…”

He looked around the mansion slowly.

“…you’ve been living in my house.”