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A Twist Of Fate: Heir To The World's Wealthiest Man

Chapter 2 His Surprise Birthday Present

Word Count: 794 | Released on: 24/03/2022

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an item straight out of the drawer

e porcelain doll. The doll portrayed a lifelike

f the doll was still shiny and new. From the looks of it,

ge and his heart was in his

gift from Shelly back when they had

ed all of Garry's childho

hah

arry looked. He laughed as he threw the w

e porcelain doll in his hands. But as he was doing so

, but when he saw that the white porcelain d

ion and instinctively stepped back. When he finally r

. Why do you see such a worth

loor, Larson sneered and lifted a

ade his way out

stubbornly, his eyes filled with anger and grievance, but h

out of the dormitory and left t

e money! Why is it so hard to liv

ll tightly in his hands and felt very aggrieved and confused. He had no

don't come fro

t, his phone rang.

om his pocket. It was an ol

s best to suppress his emotions and

ad to Lingate right now and meet with you on campus in person.

lled with joy and vitality, vastly differen

ot say anything about his money woes. He said instead, "Dad

s. It's hard on your and mom's health for the two of you to

w now it is not a waste for me to

er disconnect

ould be heard from the p

lieve my eyes! It

you're

ould have cost millions of dollars.

er. Gradually, he could make out an elegant shape with a

ars drove around it as if the

e good to

, 'If my family has money, will Shel

of a sudden came to a stop right in front of him. The do

p i

gnified face donning an ele

e-aged man with surprise

that re

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A Twist Of Fate: Heir To The World's Wealthiest Man

Claudette Modern

“Ever since I was a child, I had always been poor. Every time I came home from school, I would be met with the sight of my father busying himself in the kitchen. From my earliest recollection, I would always remember my father wearing his old factory uniforms in the house. His hair was snow-white and he had very dark skin. He would usually smoke cheap cigarettes and the car he drove around was a Santana which was a real wreck. Despite all our hardships, my father threw himself into his work for 18 years and raised me to his best abilities, and I ended up not disappointing him as I managed to get into a very good university. Because I came from poverty, I had to work a part-time job in order to pay the high tuition fees. I knew my classmates must've looked down on me because I was so poor, but I did my best to not let that bother me. On the day of my 18th birthday, my father announced that he was going to give me a birthday present and that he would bring it to me in person. That day I saw my father in a new light. My father's coarse snow-white head had turned shiny black. He had replaced his tattered clothes with expensive Givenchy suits, and he even wore a Patek Philippe watch around his wrist. The old Santana was now a limited edition Rolls Royce. I stared at my father with bewildered eyes and asked him in an incredulous voice, "Dad, is our family really the richest in the world right now?" My father took out a Mayan Sicars cigar worth $500,000, lit it, and blew out a smoke ring. "Son, I know you've suffered a lot for the past 18 years, and I feel ashamed that I couldn't have provided more for you. I want you to take this ten million as pocket money first. You can ask me for more later if it's not enough!"”