Chapter 4 A Rolls Royce

"Sir, why are you here?" asked a student outside the dorm room.

"I'm checking the hygiene of the dormitory," answered the principal of the college.

The conversation came from the hallway of the dormitory.

Larson regained his senses and spat on the floor.

"Damn, you are lucky this time."

Then, he put the stool on the floor and turned around with a smile on his face.

Five minutes later, Larson's pleasing voice came from outside the door.

"Sir, don't worry. I've cleaned the dorm room clean."

"Well, your father will be proud of you."

The voices of the two communicating with each other got lower and lower and gradually disappeared.

In the dorm droom, Garry got up from the floor with a bitter smile on his face.

The room was cleaned by Garry, but now Larson took credit for it.

This was so ironic!

Larson, who dazzled in front of the poor, was so humble in front of the principal.

Garry made his way out of the dorm room.

He lifted his head and stared at Larson's retreating figure stubbornly, his eyes filled with anger and grievance, but he couldn't do anything to Larson who was stronger than him.

With staggering steps, he walked out of the dormitory and left the school buildings behind him.

"Money! What I need is money! More money! Why is it so hard to live an ordinary life without money?"

As he was walking on the busy street, he gripped the porcelain doll tightly in his hands and felt very aggrieved and confused. He had no idea what he had done wrong. Why was Larson treating him so viciously?

"Just because I don't come from a rich family?"

At this very moment, his phone rang. It was his father.

Garry took out his phone from his pocket. It was an old phone and not a smart one.

"Hi, Dad. What's up?" Garry tried his best to suppress his emotions and act normally in front of his father.

"Son, today just so happens to be your 18th birthday. I will head to Lingate right now and meet with you on campus. I have prepared a gift for you. It will be sure to surprise you!"

This time around, his father's voice was filled with joy and vitality, vastly different from his usual tone weighed down by life.

After pausing for a few seconds, Garry finally decided not to say anything about his money woes. He said instead, "Dad, I'm an adult now. I don't need to celebrate my birthday.

It's best if you keep the money and buy yourself some tonics. It's hard on your and Mom's health for the two of you to be working in another city. Please take care of yourselves."

"You're such a devoted son! I know it is not a waste for me to love you. Well, I have to go now."

Then his father disconnected the call.

At this time, a scream could be heard from the passers-by on the street.

"Look, I can't believe my eyes! It's a Rolls-Royce!"

"Wow, you're right!"

"The cheapest model of this brand would have cost millions of dollars. He is certainly a really rich man."

Garry looked over in time to see a car slowly driving over.

Gradually, he could make out an elegant shape with a dazzling little golden goddess on the hood of the car.

Next to it, an entourage of cars drove around it as if they were escorting their king.

"It must be good to have money,"

Garry murmured. "If my family had money, would Shelly and Larson treat me differently?"

Just as Garry was feeling lackluster, the Rolls-Royce came to a stop right in front of him.

The door opened and out came a figure he did not expect at all.

"Hop in."

A middle-aged man with a dignified face donning an elegant suit waved him inside.

Garry stared at the middle-aged man with surprise and disbelief in his eyes.

"Dad? Is that really you?"