Great Fortune: I Am A Billionaire

"This is so pretty. Elissa will surely love this cake."

A sweet smile flashed across Patrick Nelson's face as he stared at the cake he was holding.

The heart on top of the cake was formed by two swans snuggling with each other.

Additionally, Elissa Harrison's favorite color was white. Patrick was well aware of this because they had been dating for three years.

He spent all the money he earned from part-time jobs this month in order to purchase this gorgeous cake.

"What the heck? She is going to celebrate her birthday in such a luxurious place?"

Patrick was taken aback after he read the details sent to his phone.

He was standing in front of Skiyton Hotel, the only five-star hotel in Glouland.

The normal expenditure for his hotel would be no less than a thousand dollars.

As such, Patrick was shocked that Elissa, his girlfriend, was going to celebrate her birthday at such an expensive place. Moreover, she invited several of her classmates.

After a quick calculation, he estimated that her birthday party would cost her at least one hundred thousand dollars.

Since both their families weren't rich, he had no idea how she could afford such an extravagant party in a luxurious hotel.

When Patrick glanced at the clock on his phone, he realized that it was nearly time for the birthday celebration. However, his girlfriend had yet to arrive.

Suddenly, an expensive car parked by the hotel entrance. From the car emerged a man and a woman.

With a lascivious expression, the man groped the girl's butt. Embarrassed, the girl slightly twisted her body and playfully tapped the man's shoulder.

"Hey, be gentle."

The man with a large beer belly was Judson Cohen. He was forty years old and the proud owner of the car. The suit he was wearing was specially tailored by the brand Saint Anglos.

The beautiful and alluring woman walking beside him was Elissa.

Unfortunately, Patrick saw how physically intimate the two were.

At that moment, he realized that his girlfriend was cheating on him.

Apparently, her paramour was a middle-aged man.

"Elissa!"

Patrick called out to her. With eyes seething with anger, he approached them.

Elissa was so distressed that she wanted to walk away from there.

"How dare you bother us? Who are you?" Judson stared at Patrick with a haughty expression.

Elissa was about to say something, but Patrick immediately said, "I'm Elissa's boyfriend. Who the hell are you?"

When they heard Patrick's answer, Elissa and Judson pulled long faces.

"What are you doing here? I told you to come after the party ends," Elissa said in a vexed voice. Although she was upset, she managed to keep a straight face.

A painful sensation spread in Patrick's heart. In a cracked voice, he said, "I wouldn't know you are cheating on me if I didn't come."

Meanwhile, Judson glared daggers at the man who said that he was Elissa's boyfriend.

There were stains of black and blue all over the man's garment, as well as on his pants. Overall, he seemed like a homeless person who woke up from a pile of rubbish and happened to walk by here.

The man was holding a cheap cake that was the size of his palm. Judson thought that his servants were more affluent than the destitute guy in front of him.

"How dare you claim to be Elissa's boyfriend when you're a total loser? Have you ever seen her naked? Tell me, how many moles does she have on her bosom?" Judson scoffed as he wrapped his arms around Elissa.

"What do you mean? Elissa, have you slept with this man?" Patrick's face darkened, yet he still had a hopeful light in his eyes as he looked at Elissa.

Unfortunately, only Elissa's enigmatic gaze welcomed him. "Patrick, I know how much you care about me, but I think you've got something wrong. You are not my boyfriend."

Patrick felt as though a dagger was thrust into his chest with these remarks.

A bitter smile flashed across his lips as he clenched his fists so tight that his nails dug into his flesh. "Does that mean that our relationship is only in my imagination?"

"Leave me alone!" Elissa yelled with an irate face. Discontentment was apparent in her expression.

When she waved her hand, she accidentally hit the cake and made it fall to the ground.

Because of the loose packaging, the cake flew out of the box. With a thud, it splattered on the sidewalk.

The mud on the ground tainted the pure white frosting. The swans' heads, which had been carefully sculpted from white chocolate, cracked upon impact.

At that moment, Patrick had the sensation that his heart was being ripped apart.

"Do you have any idea who Judson is? As the vice general manager of this hotel, he earns a million dollars yearly. With his wealth, he can easily afford a million cakes like that."

"Look. There's a homeless person trying to get close to Elissa."

Suddenly, several young women stepped out of the hotel to observe the situation. They were gossiping and giggling while looking at Patrick's shameful appearance.

"How dare an impoverished mutt like him ruin my day?"

With an arrogant look, Judson stepped on the head of a swan, breaking it into pieces. Then, he put his hands around Elissa's waist as the two of them entered Skiyton Hotel without looking back at Patrick.

For the rest of his life, Patrick would be haunted by the sarcasm and mocking from those two.

Elissa had easily disregarded their three-year relationship for money.

The bashful expression on her face when they went on their first date was still fresh in his mind.

In Patrick's younger years, her bright grin was like a breath of fresh air and a beam of sunlight for him.

Walking to the bank of a river, Patrick could barely bear the pain in his heart. As he stared into the water, he saw the reflection of his dejected expression.

He grabbed a stone off the riverbank and chucked it into the river.

A loud howl escaped his breath to vent his anger. It was as if Judson and Elissa were in the river and he was screaming at them. However, the one he hated most was himself for being a coward.

He was a guy who lived in abject poverty and was completely helpless. Since he was a youngster, he had been the victim of several injustices. It seemed like there was no end to his sufferings.

"In the event that I become wealthy, I will without a doubt get revenge. All those who have wronged me will regret what they have done as they grovel under my feet."

His eyes were filled with anger and rabid hate. Patrick wanted nothing more than to express his frustration.

For an hour, he sat by the river and thought back on every aspect of his relationship with Elissa.

A tremendous agony arose in Patrick's heart. However, he had to eventually calm himself, no matter how difficult the situation was.

"I better head home."

Ten minutes later, Patrick arrived at a decrepit apartment on the outskirts of the city.

After he got off the bus, Patrick started walking toward the building labeled No. 1.

He was staying on the first floor of the No. 1 building. This little space was just thirty square meters in size. It had two bedrooms and one living room, so it was extremely humble.

Upon arriving at the building, Patrick noticed a gorgeous dark Pagani.

Even if he worked for the rest of his life, Patrick couldn't afford such a premium vehicle. However, one was currently parked just outside his home.

An elderly guy in white gloves and a tuxedo was waiting patiently for Patrick to arrive.

The elderly gentleman bowed respectfully and greeted, "Hello, Mr. Nelson. I've been looking forward to seeing you for a very long time. My name is Elvin Griffin, your father's butler. As per his order, I have deposited a hundred million dollars to your account as pocket money."

"Are you serious? He's giving me one hundred million dollars? That much wealth is only pocket money? Don't be ridiculous. My daily meal is composed of bread and pickles. I can only have meat once a month at most. I'm broke to the bone. Are you still going to try to trick me?"

Believing that the man in front of him was a conman, Patrick helplessly waved his hand.

His mother was very sickly, while his father, who was already dead, belonged to a family of peasants.

Neither his parents nor relatives had twenty thousand dollars in the bank, much alone a vehicle.

Since he came from such an impoverished background, there was no way he could have a butler and a premium vehicle.

There was no way his father would give him one hundred million dollars as pocket money.

"Your allowance will be transferred to your account soon enough. By that time, you will know that I am not a liar," Elvin said with a bright smile.

Ding!

Suddenly, Patrick's phone received a notification. Apparently, the bank had sent him a message.

"Greetings, Mr. Nelson. One hundred million dollars have been deposited into your account. Your new account balance is one hundred million and five dollars."

When Patrick read the details on the bank application on his phone, his jaw dropped in disbelief. One hundred million dollars were truly deposited in his account. "Is this a dream?"