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The Supreme Trillionaire

The Supreme Trillionaire

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Chapter 1 Why Am I Born Poor

Word Count: 834    |    Released on: 06/12/2022

ng. Many doctors and nurses came and we

r, leaning against the cold wall. H

she needs to undergo an operation immediately. You need to prepare at least one hundred thousand d

fe piercing through the dee

as able to escape. However, he was just a kid, wandering on the street and havin

, he lost his memory. And he was still very young, so he couldn't

sa had been hi

he made a living by working as a servant. B

ard and did his best to get into Nouis University. He thought everything was finally getting

this. I must find a way to rais

is tears, gritted hi

was like an insurmountable

Rosa on the bed. She was in a coma, an

nd now. He had to save Rosa, who had been

in and walked

"Mrs. Coleman, my mother is seriously ill, and she is in the hospital now. I want to borro

y? One hundred thousand dollars? How dare you make such a request! Your mothe

e Coleman family ran a catering company with more than ten million dollar

end him money since Rosa was just their maid. B

ey had raised for ten years, let alone

r. Then he said humbly, "Mrs. Coleman, I beg you. Even

ars by doing part-time jobs? By the way, you must break off your engagement with Debby within this mon

up the phone without giving

hospital bed alarmed rapidly. The nurses and docto

st important thing in his life. He hurriedly followed them,

s condition is getting worse. This time, we have managed to revive her and she is fine now. But if w

and his limbs turned cold. Then a painful

him almost left the world, but

e was suc

against the wall, and h

n't I have money?

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“I grew up in a poor family. My foster mother worked tirelessly as a maid to support me. In order to climb out of poverty, I studied hard and got into a prestigious university. But not long after, my foster mother fell seriously ill and quickly racked up two hundred thousand dollars in medical expenses. I tried to borrow money, but instead, I only received humiliation and abuse. I hated my life. Why was I so incompetent? When I was at my most desperate point, I suddenly received a text message from the bank. "Mr. Larson, you've received $1,000,000,000 in your account." I was dumbfounded. A billion dollars? It had to be a scam! But then suddenly, a strange man called me. "Mathews, do you want to know how your biological mother died? Spend a billion dollars within the month, and I'll tell you everything!"”