Chapter 5 Ten Million Dollars

Garry could feel all the envious and yearning eyes of passers-by on him as he carefully got inside the Rolls-Royce.

The Rolls-Royce with the distinctive glittering golden goddess on the car's hood made a U-turn and disappeared down the other side of the road.

Two hours later

The Rolls-Royce showed up at the school gate again.

Garry got out of the car in a complete daze. His father's words were still echoing in his ears.

"The Smith family has been around for hundreds of years. Its businesses encompass many fields, such as communications and information technology, engineering, materials, services, energy, mining, and chemical products. It has more than 100 operating companies and offices under its banner, and its industries have expanded to all continents and countries in the world..."

His father filled him in on a lot of information about their family businesses, but Garry could barely absorb any of it.

The thing that impressed him the most was his father's casual manner when he said, "I've had someone transfer ten million to your bank account. This will be your pocket money. Be sure to enjoy yourself."

Really? His father was giving him ten million!

A chill went up and down Garry's spine as he looked at the message on his phone screen displaying the notification that the money had been transferred to his bank account.

"Ten million dollars!"

He counted the seven zeroes in his head.

He counted the string of zeroes again and again, but each time, he came up with the same number.

"This money is all mine?"

Garry felt like he was still dreaming. He walked around like he was in a trance.

When he regained his senses, he discovered that he had walked back to his dorm building again.

"Larson!"

Gripping the white porcelain doll in his hand, Garry recalled how superior and haughty Larson always looked.

"I want to see the look on your face when you find out that I'm rich now," Garry said to himself.

Garry charged inside the building like he was on a mission.

When he walked into his room, he saw that his bed was a mess and the things in the wardrobe were now scattered all over the floor. He had no idea who did this.

At that moment, he became furious. "Who else could've done this? It must've been that bastard, Larson!"

Garry's eyes were bloodshot as they swept across the dormitory fiercely, and fell on Larson.

He picked up the stool on the floor and walked towards Larson.

"Larson, damn you!"