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

Chapter 6 Hostility From His Classmates

Word Count: 873 | Released on: 24/03/2022

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terials needed for the ownership transfer beforehand so th

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attend a cl

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er became even more re

here on foot, we can

house here so it was only natural for him to enj

BMW and got into the driver's seat himself, planning

m where she was sitting on the floor. She made her way up to the car, g

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r fair, delicate, and plump breasts as she said t

, M

do is fulfill your bet,"

ing I want to do is

re, but the BMW had already started and

ceding car in a complete daze

's business card and arranged an appointment with him to

ith many students. Everyone was curr

d the room, all e

e, when will y

e same as usual, as if he had already gotten over

you say two months. Then will you

Larson's tongue were

ey does Garry owe you

ch. Only si

voice as if this was

tter shock. "That's enough for me to live off of for

let him

ained, "Last time, I lent my Nintendo Switch to Garry, but

such a sha

ople's things at all. You should

ings, he deserves to pay you

e all against Garr

Garry?" Larson asked again in a loud voice.

out his phone and fiddled with it for a moment. Then he sai

phone and checked his bank account. Garry was not lying. But

in the world did

arson rolled his eyes and raised

e of interest? You didn't have to do that. Loan sharks ar

might actually extend the deadl

he had no intention of r

w the money fro

expl

hell did you g

ney in the morning, and now you are able to pay me

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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!"”