Chapter 2 His Dream Comes True

Everyone in the community was shocked by the Maybach's loud roar.

They all walked out of their apartments, peeking curiously at the luxury car in the street.

Nelly and Renzo were no exception.

All of a sudden, the crowd burst into an uproar.

"It's a freaking Maybach 62S!"

"A limited edition, at that! It costs over ten million dollars!"

"I had no idea we were neighbors with a rich man!"

But Duncan was in no mood to join the crowd.

He sat alone in the bedroom with his head buried in his hands, feeling disheartened by life.

"Today was supposed to be one of the most important moments of my life.

I was going to propose to the woman I loved.

I even fantasized about our children's names!

Why?! Why did this have to happen to me?

God, tell me—

why?!

When did my beloved woman become so disgusting?

What did I do to deserve this?"

Duncan shouted at the ceiling.

There was nothing he could do but vent his anger, sadness, and helplessness.

Just then, the electronic-sounding voice rang in his mind again.

"Tink! Master, your limited edition Maybach 62S has been successfully delivered. Please check!

By the way, I'm the Invincible Rich System and I'm here to help you start a wonderful life!"

The elation in the voice was palpable, as though the machine was trying to comfort the disappointed Duncan.

Duncan smiled bitterly. "Even my hallucination sounds human."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Duncan Anderson there?"

The voice sounded like that of a middle-aged man.

Duncan was stunned. He felt that the voice was familiar. It sounded exactly like the guy on the scam phone call just now.

Was that because the scam phone call failed, so the fraudster came straight to him in person?

"Damn it! Even scammers were so relentless these days!"

Duncan opened the door angrily and saw many curious eyes peering at him.

The corridor was crowded with people.

"Fuck!"

Duncan was so taken aback that he staggered backward two steps, nearly falling to the ground.

A middle-aged man in an Armani suit rushed in to help Duncan up.

When Duncan had steadied himself, the middle-aged man put on a flattering expression.

Duncan felt that the middle-aged man's smile was a little creepy. Squinting, he asked cautiously, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man straightened his crisp clothes and said, "We just talked on the phone."

"So you're supposed to be the manager of the Maybach dealership? Moss, is it?" Duncan asked tentatively.

The middle-aged man nodded and politely gestured towards the door.

"Please follow me to your supercar!"

Hearing this, Duncan swallowed nervously.

Outside the door were countless curious people.

They looked back at him eagerly, as though they were observing some rare animal.

But there was a certain tinge of jealousy in their eyes.

'I wasn't hallucinating. What the voice said in my mind was true. The system actually sent me a Maybach. It's unbelievable!'

Duncan thought to himself. His heart pounded against his chest wildly, and he felt his mouth go dry.

Holding the wall for support, he followed the middle-aged man out of the rental apartment, pretending to be calm.

They walked all the way to the front door of the building.

After weaving their way through the crowd, Duncan's eyes finally landed on a beautiful Maybach parked by the side of the street. It was obviously high tech, with a sleek yet elegant body.

If Duncan could, he would've described this Maybach as "noble".

While other supposedly luxury cars like Mercedes Benz and BMWs, they paled in comparison to this shiny Maybach.

"Are you saying that this is my car?" Duncan asked slowly, his fingers trembling.

Moss smiled at him reassuringly as he took out a document from his briefcase.

"Yes, Mr. Anderson! Here, this is your car purchasing document.

We were more than happy to provide you with an insurance service that only supreme VIPs have the privilege to enjoy.

This car is under a one-year warranty no matter what happens!"

Hearing this, the onlookers all burst into an uproar.

"What the hell?! There's a rich person who lives here?!"

"And he's a supreme VIP of Maybach, too! So even if the car's destroyed, it'll be replaced with a brand new one!"

Duncan took the document from the middle-aged man in a daze and looked through it carefully.

To his shock, the signature on the document was indeed his.

It was exactly his handwriting!

'What a powerful system...'

Duncan marveled in his heart, wondering if the electronic-sounding voice in his head was pure magic.

Trying to suppress his shock, he pretended to be indifferent and said calmly, "Let me check how this car performs."

"Of course, Mr. Anderson. The car is yours after all," Moss said respectfully.

Duncan took the keys. His hand gently reached for the door handle, as if he was touching his lover.

He had never touched an object so carefully before.

As soon as he pressed the button on the key, the car door unlocked with a beep.

Duncan groped for the door knob and pulled the door open before finally getting into the car.

As soon as he sat on its black leather seat, he felt very comfortable, as though it was made just for him.

"This is my dream car," he murmured. "Now my dream has finally come true."

On more than one occasion, he had looked up this car on the Internet.

After all, owning such a limited edition car was the dream of every man.

Curious, he pressed one of the buttons inside the car.

This button was for spraying high-quality perfume into the car's interior.

In an instant, a sweet fragrance filled the whole car.

Its scent was like a breath of fresh air with a hint of sweetness. It was almost therapeutic, and Duncan suddenly felt unprecedentedly calm.

Inside the car, Duncan was busy enjoying the luxury brought about by the Maybach.

Outside the car, all the people in the community stared at him with envy. They wished they could drag Duncan out and try sitting in the car themselves.

Then, Duncan tested the gas. The Maybach roared to life like a lion.

The car sped to the end of the street nimbly. Then, with a graceful turn, the Maybach drove out of the community, gradually disappearing from everyone's sight.

When the car was completely out of sight, a depressing atmosphere hung over the community.

"Who was that handsome guy? Does anybody know him? Please introduce him to me!"

"I'm pretty sure he lives next door to me. He already has a girlfriend, so you'd better give up fantasizing about him."

"What?! Who's his girlfriend? She must be living a happy life!"

"Oh, she's right there!" the neighbor shouted and pointed at Nelly, who was trying to hide her face in the crowd.

Everyone in the community turned to her expectantly.

The other girls looked at her with jealousy.

The corners of Nelly's mouth twitched and she smiled back at the crowd awkwardly.

She usually enjoyed the attention.

But now, she was on the verge of breaking down.

'Was that asshole kidding me? I just broke up with him and he got a Maybach! What the hell?!'

Nelly was so angry she wanted to explode.

She turned around and looked at Renzo, her eyes filled with hatred.

When he met her burning gaze, Renzo flinched and wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Who could've expected such a turn of events?

He had thought that Duncan was a nobody!

How the hell did he become super rich in the blink of an eye?

If Renzo had known this earlier, he never would've dared to sleep with Duncan's girlfriend!

Hell, he might've even given his own girlfriend to Duncan!

Renzo hurried to his red BMW, which was worth over a hundred thousand dollars.

Suddenly, the deafening sound of the Maybach's roaring engine came towards them.

Everyone could hear it.

When they turned towards the sound, they saw that the noble Maybach was rushing straight towards Renzo.

Countless people screamed and the crowd scattered immediately.

Many people closed their eyes. They couldn't bear to witness the impending bloody scene.

The next moment, a screech of brakes was heard.