Chapter 2 Pocket Money of $20 Million
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"Uncle James? Katya?"
Simon was confused. It took him a while to process what he had heard. With a suspicious expression, he looked up and down the beautiful, tall, blue-eyed, and blonde woman in front of him.
"You mean the woman with a mole beside her mouth, who drives a Bentley?"
"Yep, that's her. What do you think? Is she good enough? I hired her as your PA."
Cheerful laughter came from the other end of the line. "Oh, by the way, I've wired some pocket money into your account. It should be in by now. Let's start with $20 million. If you need more, let me know. You've really suffered in the past two years…"
"Huh?"
Simon widened his eyes in disbelief.
When his parents passed away three years ago, his father's only sister took him in. As far as he remembered, his uncle-in-law had never been home.
He was a high school freshman at that time and was glad enough to have a roof over his head and food to eat. He did not care about such details.
But those good days did not last.
One year ago, when he had just started his third year in high school, he went home to find his aunt missing. There was only a note on the table that read: "Take care of yourself. Wait for us to come home."
Soon, he ran out of what little money was left at home. He sold everything that he could but he still became poverty-stricken. He began a hopeless life of studying and working at the same time.
Now, this man had appeared out of nowhere, claiming to be his uncle-in-law and saying that he had given him $20 million as pocket money?
Was that some kind of joke?
Was this man trying to scam him with this blonde woman?
"I'm broke. You won't get anything out of scamming me."
Simon hung up with a grim expression and then walked away.
"Hey, Mr. Floyd! Don't…"
The woman named Katya looked stunned. She began to explain herself in a panic.
Simon's phone started to ring again. It was the same number as before.
He scoffed. Was the man not giving up trying to scam him?
Dream on!
He declined the call without hesitation.
His phone beeped.
"You have received $20,000,000 on your Bank of Carran account ending 0891. Your balance is $20,002,130.78."
Simon looked utterly baffled.
His pupils constricted in shock. Holy shit, he thought. He really received $20 million!
He swallowed uneasily and started to count the zeroes in his bank account balance. It was true! It was $20 million!
He wanted to scream out loud.
His brain seemed to have fried. He had never seen so much money in his entire life. Even the $2,000 in his account was the result of his hard work at a delivery company every day during summer vacation.
Katya was one step behind him and noticed his phone screen.
She chuckled. "Mr. Floyd, do you believe me now?"
"You're… Katya?"
Simon stammered, "Did my uncle-in-law really send you?"
"Yes, Mr. Floyd."
Katya's smile was gentle.
His phone rang again.
This time, Simon answered it at the first ring. He was confused that he was desperate for answers.
He ended the call ten minutes later and heaved a sigh.
Thanks to his uncle-in-law, he learned that the former had taken his aunt away a year ago. There had been a mishap and he had been worried that his wife would be harmed. It turned out that he had been doing business in Osharin, and was even one of the richest men there.
His uncle-in-law said that it was all thanks to his parents giving him his start-up money and helping him a fair bit afterward. Now, he wanted to repay Simon in return.
He had set aside 35% shares of all his businesses for Simon's parents.
But now that Simon's parents were gone, he had become their only successor!
Oh God!
Not even science fiction would be this absurd!
"Um, Mr. Floyd, I have been meaning to ask. What happened to your face?"
Anna looked solemn.
"Nothing. Send me back to school."
Heartbroken and disappointed, Simon no longer wanted to return to the lounge.
"I can't do that. Mr. Floyd, you're the heir of the largest company in Osharin. I won't let anyone offend you!"
Katya appeared murderous, looking completely different from her earlier demure and mild-tempered self.
Was this what the women of Osharin were like...
Simon could only smile wryly.
"Mr. Floyd, your identity is different now."
Katya stared right into his eyes.
Her perfume lingered in his nose, putting him in a daze.
He snapped into his senses. Right, he was no longer that poor, down-on-his-luck loser. He was now the successor to a major company!
Even though he did not know how much he was set to own, the $20 million in his bank account was a straight fact.
A fierce look appeared in his eyes.
Paul acted all high and mighty just because his dad was loaded, but so what?
"Come on, Mr. Floyd. We will back you up!"
Noticing the shift in his behavior, Katya became satisfied. She respectfully took a step forward.
"We?"
Simon was stunned.
Katya raised her hands and snapped her fingers.
Four BMW 7 Series sedans parked behind her Bentley by the road opened their doors, and four suited men came out of each one. There were 16 of them in total!
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Floyd!"
The burly men formed an orderly line and saluted him in unison, making for quite the impressive show.
The beautiful foreign woman standing outside the karaoke bar was enough to attract attention, but the appearance of the 16 tough bodyguards in suits caused a commotion.
The security guard stationed at the karaoke bar's door was so nervous that he contacted the manager in a trembling voice.
"What… do you want?"
When Simon led the tall and beautiful Katya and 16 muscular men back into the karaoke bar, the guard at the door felt his legs soften. He forced himself to step forward and stop them.
Did their competitor send these people here to wreck their place?
"What? Do you not welcome customers?"
Katya looked ice-cold.
The manager of the bar had just got out of the elevator. He shuddered when he saw what was going on outside the door. It would be a big deal if they got a foreigner involved in their business.
He immediately jogged up to them and put on a fawning smile. "I wasn't aware that you are coming. Of course, we welcome you! But can I have your names?"
"Don't worry. We're not here to give you trouble. But one of your guests offended my master."
Katya stopped the manager before Simon could even open his mouth and talk.
"I see, I see. We can't let that happen, of course. No one should be that audacious! We can't just let them off. Scott, call your men."
The manager was surprised. When his eyes fell on Simon and his injuries, his heart skipped a beat.
These people looked like they had some influence, and now their master had been injured at the karaoke bar. If their bar was somehow involved in this, it would truly be an unwitting disaster for them.
Scott, the head of the security team at Rock Box, asked a few colleagues to go with him.
The large group of people went straight to the third floor in a grandiose manner.
Meanwhile, Paul had been having the time of his life since Simon left the private lounge. He was soaking up the compliments from his classmates while hugging Heidi in his arms.
Then, the door was kicked open with force.
Everyone was taken aback. They looked at the door in shock.
"Wanna die, Floyd?"
Paul cocked an eyebrow.
"F*ck. I can't believe he has the gall to come back…"
"Don't underestimate the shamelessness of a man who has been cucked. He's probably here to cop some drinks. You know how he usually can't even bring himself to buy fruits."
"Simon Floyd! Can you stop?"
Heidi looked upset. "No matter how much you cling to me, I won't go back to you anymore. You're too old to be this immature."
"I think…"
Simon looked at Heidi a little speechlessly and then chuckled. "You think too highly of yourself."
He looked away, ignoring Heidi's red face, and turned to Paul.
"Paul Foster, I'll give you a chance. Kowtow and apologize to me."
He said it in a flat voice.
His classmates were stunned but soon burst into laughter.
"Holy cow, did you break your head, Floyd?"
"I was wondering what was going on! Jesus! I nearly pissed my pants laughing!"
"Floyd, do you need another punch to your head to sober up?"
Paul looked at Simon with a wry expression, finding it a waste of time to even quarrel with this idiot. Simon must have a death wish.
Beside him, Bruce stood up and flexed his muscles.
"Fine. Since you don't want to, don't blame me."
With a sigh, Simon raised his right hand and gave a light wave.
The next thing everyone knew, dozens of muscular men rushed inside the private lounge like a pack of wolves going after a flock of sheep. They forced those standing near the door away with force and went straight for Paul and Bruce.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
One of the men punched Bruce, stopping his muscle-flexing right in its tracks.
"Help…"
Paul did not even get the chance to cry for help. His word came out strangled as he was sent flying onto the wall.
"Damn, what a noisy guy."
One of the men at the very front picked up a full bottle of beer and stuffed it in Paul's mouth.
He emptied the contents down Paul's throat, choking him so hard that his tears and snot came out.
Even coughing was impossible. He struggled, punching and kicking at the man, but it was all in vain. A few minutes later, he laid limp and weak on the floor. His clothes were tattered as if he had been violated.
His lackey, Bruce, did not get off lightly either. A few of Simon's bodyguards had heard that Bruce was the worst perpetrator against their master on their way here, so they took special care of him. Bruce was beaten up so badly that he would probably need to be bedridden for half a month.
The bodyguards walked back to Simon after completing their task. The one leading them asked in a loud voice, "Mr. Floyd, is this satisfactory?"
Mr. Floyd?
Everyone wondered if Simon was a rich kid hiding his background.
Simon's roommates in the dorm, Victor and Lance, felt like they were on tenterhooks. They stared at Simon from behind in panic.
The other classmates kept quiet out of fear as they looked at Simon, worried about what they had done to him earlier.
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