Chapter 9 Pocket Money

Garry exerted a lot of strength in the kick.

Thump!

Larson crashed to the floor.

His nose started bleeding immediately. As he lay on the floor, he screamed, "You poverty-stricken loser! How dare you hit me?"

"What did you just call me? I see that you have a death wish!"

Garry sneered. He stepped forward and sat on Larson's belly. Afterward, he raised his hands and rained down slaps on Larson's face.

"You framed me up for breaking your watch!"

Slap!

"Afterward, you told everyone who cared to listen that I owe you an outrageous amount of money."

Slap!

"You didn't stop there. You sent some gangsters to kidnap and blackmail me."

Slap!

Garry gave him a slap whenever he completed a sentence.

"And the next slaps... No particular reason. I'm just slapping you because I want to!"

After another series of hot slaps, Larson's face was so swollen that even his mother wouldn't recognize him if she saw him.

He soon passed out due to the immense pain.

It wasn't until then that Garry stopped. He stood up and leaned against the bed to catch his breath.

He looked at his red palms and massaged them while enduring the pain.

"You just called me a poverty-stricken loser, right? Just wait and see. Your family is about to go bankrupt. You will soon taste poverty and experience being called a poverty-stricken loser."

Once Garry caught his breath, he started packing his luggage.

His pent-up anger had been vented on Larson's face.

He felt so relieved and light-hearted that he even whistled happily.

On the way out, his phone vibrated.

It was a bank notification that read, "Credit Alert from Merchants Bank. Your account with Ref ID: XXXXX402 has received $10, 000, 000. Your Balance is now $10, 002, 000."

Before Garry could process what he just read, a call came through. It was from Rafael.

"Son, I suppose you have gotten the alert. That is your pocket money for the month.

It's a tradition in our family for us to spend all our pocket money every month. Anyone who doesn't do that will be mocked by our relatives. Don't ask any questions. Just spend it all within this month."

Garry was stunned by his words.

Ten million dollars was his pocket money for a month?

His relatives would mock him if he didn't spend it all in a month?

What in the world!

"Dad, are you for real? How can I spend it all? Didn't you say we shouldn't show off our wealth?" Garry was beyond confused.

After a long silence on the other end of the phone, his father shouted angrily, "I told you not to ask any questions! Besides, you have been suffering for so long. Why don't you understand?

Not showing off your wealth is not the same thing as living a poor life. You can live comfortably without the whole world knowing. Only when you spread it everywhere will people know that you have such an amount!

You know what? Spend that money within a week and tender all the receipts to me. If you don't do so, I'll sever all ties with you!"

Rafael hung up the phone after those words.

Garry's jaw dropped as he stared at his phone screen. "Why did he get so mad at me? Oh, God! How will I be able to spend ten million within a week?"

His father had even threatened to sever all ties with him. What a weird family!

Garry had mixed feelings at this time. He was happy to be rich, but his father's order made him anxious.

"Eureka! I know what to do. I'll buy a house first. Not only will I get a receipt, but it will also cost a lot!"

Garry figured that a house was what he truly needed now. He didn't like his roommates.

They all looked down on the poor. Money was the only thing that mattered in their books.

Such people made Garry sick. He wanted to stay away from them, so he decided to move out.

Garry took a taxi to a real estate company near the school.

As soon as he pushed the door open, a young saleswoman in a tight skirt and black silk stockings walked toward the door, intending to welcome him.

But when Garry stepped inside, she was disappointed to see that the customer was just a young boy in plain clothes.

She lost interest and went back to her seat.

The other salespersons also ignored Garry.

They were sharp-eyed and experienced. They could tell at a glance who was poor and who was rich.

Garry was poor in their eyes, so they didn't bother to attend to him.

The manager noticed this and frowned deeply. He also thought that Garry was poor. However, he believed that no customer was too small. He felt that Garry deserved to be attended to no matter how poor he was.

Snapping his fingers, he quietly ordered the saleswoman who stood up before, "Caitlin, attend to the customer right now."

"Okay, sir."

Caitlin Barker reluctantly got up and walked up to Garry with a fake smile.

"Welcome, sir. How may I help you? Do you want to buy or rent an apartment?" she asked politely.