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Great Fortune: I Am A Billionaire

Great Fortune: I Am A Billionaire

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Chapter 1 Birthday Party

Word Count: 1591    |    Released on: 05/05/2022

. Elissa will sure

atrick Nelson's face as he sta

ke was formed by two swans

r was white. Patrick was well aware of this b

om part-time jobs this month in ord

g to celebrate her birthday

after he read the deta

Skiyton Hotel, the only fi

his hotel would be no les

was going to celebrate her birthday at such an expensive

that her birthday party would cost her

e had no idea how she could afford such a

ealized that it was nearly time for the birthday cel

d by the hotel entrance. From th

irl's butt. Embarrassed, the girl slightly twisted

be g

rty years old and the proud owner of the car. The suit he w

uring woman walking b

k saw how physically

ized that his girlfrien

paramour was a m

iss

With eyes seething with a

ed that she wanted to

re you?" Judson stared at Patr

t Patrick immediately said, "I'm Elis

's answer, Elissa and J

e party ends," Elissa said in a vexed voice. Although

t. In a cracked voice, he said, "I wouldn't

gers at the man who said tha

s well as on his pants. Overall, he seemed like a homeless person

f his palm. Judson thought that his servants were mo

r? Have you ever seen her naked? Tell me, how many moles does she hav

s man?" Patrick's face darkened, yet he still had

. "Patrick, I know how much you care about me, but I thi

agger was thrust into his

fists so tight that his nails dug into his flesh. "Does

ith an irate face. Discontentment

accidentally hit the cake and

cake flew out of the box. With a t

ing. The swans' heads, which had been carefully sc

the sensation that his hea

ager of this hotel, he earns a million dollars yearly. With

less person trying to

to observe the situation. They were gossiping and gig

verished mutt lik

g it into pieces. Then, he put his hands around Elissa's waist as th

ck would be haunted by the sarc

garded their three-year

e when they went on their first d

ght grin was like a breath of fresh

bear the pain in his heart. As he stared into the wat

the riverbank and chu

udson and Elissa were in the river and he was screaming at them.

less. Since he was a youngster, he had been the victim of severa

oubt get revenge. All those who have wronged me will re

rabid hate. Patrick wanted nothing m

and thought back on every aspect

However, he had to eventually calm himself,

er head

rived at a decrepit apartment

trick started walking toward

little space was just thirty square meters in size. It had t

ilding, Patrick noticed

ck couldn't afford such a premium vehicle. Howeve

s and a tuxedo was waiting pa

forward to seeing you for a very long time. My name is Elvin Griffin, your father's butler.

t money? Don't be ridiculous. My daily meal is composed of bread and pickles. I can only hav

nt of him was a conman, Patri

his father, who was already dead,

s had twenty thousand dollars in

d background, there was no way he coul

ould give him one hundred mil

nt soon enough. By that time, you will know that

ng

ed a notification. Apparently, t

have been deposited into your account. Your new acco

phone, his jaw dropped in disbelief. One hundred million do

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“After pooling together what little I earned from my part-time job, I was finally able to buy my girlfriend a cake for her birthday and surprise her. Little did I know that I was the one in for a surprise-- I found my girlfriend cheating with another man right in front of me! She trampled all over my dignity and humiliated me. All because I was a common pauper. I walked home with a shattered heart, not knowing what was waiting for me at home. The butler of the country's richest man showed up at my door. It was only then that my mother had told me the shocking truth-- I was the heir of the Nelson Group. The Nelson family was known for owning numerous luxurious properties around the country, and I was going to inherit it all. This was my opportunity for revenge and to take back my dignity. After buying a designer suit and hopping in a luxury car, I appeared before my ex-girlfriend. When she saw me, she knelt down and begged for mercy. She cried, "I am so sorry for betraying you. Can you please give me another chance?" It felt good to see that those people who once belittled and insulted me now bowed at my feet and scurried to flatter me. But I was even more satisfied when I turned around and ignored them, heading to my new home that was worth millions. From now on, money was nothing more than a string of numbers to me. A reporter asked me once, "Mr. Nelson, do you love money?" I put down my cigar and said the words that would take the world by storm, "I don't love money. I just like spending it."”