A Twist Of Fate: Heir To The World's Wealthiest Man

"Can you lend me six hundred dollars? I'm working part-time this year. I'll pay you back once I earn more money."

Garry Smith lowered his gaze to the ground, his eyes full of grief and helplessness.

The one standing before him was a beautiful young woman with long flowy hair falling over her shoulders.

Garry was an 18-year-old, and the woman in front of him was Shelly Brooks. The two of them grew up together and were close friends. She was also his first love. The two of them had been in the same class since kindergarten.

They even attended the same university. But Shelly majored in journalism so this time, she was no longer in the same class as Garry.

"You can go now. I don't have any money to lend you and I don't want to see your face ever again."

There was a sneer on Shelly's face. Her dark brown almond-shaped eyes were full of scorn and disapproval.

Then she turned on her heels, made her way into her family's restaurant, and slammed the door behind her.

A cold voice could be heard from beyond the closed door. "You always do this. Every time you make a mistake, you come to me for money. What do you think I am? Your wallet?"

"No, you must listen to me. This time..."

Garry tried to explain.

"I've had enough!"

Shelly couldn't bear to listen to his explanation anymore and interrupted him right away. "Didn't I just tell you I don't have any money? Think of another way! You're an adult now, Garry..."

Garry appeared worried and he sighed deeply upon hearing her words.

He was left with no other choice but to borrow money this time.

While in the dormitory, he accidentally broke a roommate's Nintendo Switch, which cost him nearly six hundred dollars. The classmate wanted him to pay for the damage within the week.

Garry came from a poor background. His parents lived in another city and their jobs could only allow them to give him a bit of pocket change once every month. He was even forced to pay for half of his tuition by doing part-time work outside.

Garry let out a heavy sigh and headed towards the direction of his school.

He heard a loud shout as soon as he walked into his dorm room.

"Garry, one week has already gone by. Do you have the six hundred ready for me? I want you to pay me back now!"

A young man who had his hair parted in the middle and dressed in fashionable attire was berating Garry impatiently.

This young man just so happened to be Garry's roommate who went by the name Larson Foster. Not too long ago, Larson bought the latest Nintendo Switch and let his roommates take turns to play it. When it was Garry's turn, someone bumped into him from behind and he didn't have a steady grip on the game console so he dropped it and it broke into pieces on the floor.

So, Garry now owed Larson a new game console. Garry would pay the debt, but he really couldn't afford a new one for the time being.

"I'm so sorry, Larson. Can you please give me some more time? I'm working part-time in the next two months so I'll have the money ready for you by then. I really don't have any money right now."

Garry lowered his head and apologized.

"Really? You want me to give you more fucking time? If you don't have the money on you, why don't you ask your family for it? Are you an orphan or something?" Larson's voice was oozing with sarcasm. "If both your parents are dead, I can think about giving you some more time."

"You really went too far this time." Garry's face reddened out of anger.

His parents were just ordinary people. They did everything they could to pay for his tuition and living expenses. How could he turn to them for more money?

"Haha, look at you. You're so poor, you can't afford it."

With a smirk, Larson pointed his finger at his crotch and ridiculed Garry.

"I'll tell you what. If you can crawl under my crotch, I'll accept the loss and I won't ask you to pay me back."

Faced with such humiliation, Garry's hands clenched into fists at his side and he ground his teeth, but because he was clearly in the wrong this time, he did not bother to fight back and just chose to tolerate the taunting.

Such a concession made Larson even bolder.

With disdain in his voice, Larson said, "Let me make myself clear to you. I can afford a dozen Nintendo Switches, but the thing is, I don't like having my things damaged by others, especially by the likes of you, a poor person!"

"I will give you a taste of just how powerful I am!"

Larson reached out his hand and took an item straight out of the drawer of Garry's desk after he said that.

The item he took was a delicate and lovely white porcelain doll. The doll portrayed a lifelike little girl in the middle of picking flowers.

Though the style was a little old-fashioned, the surface of the doll was still shiny and new. From the looks of it, it was obvious that the owner had taken great care of it.

"No!"

Garry's eyes filled with rage and his heart was in his mouth out of apprehension.

This white porcelain doll had been a gift from Shelly back when they had been close during their childhood.

To a degree, it represented all of Garry's childhood memories and emotions.

"Hahaha..."

Larson was very smug seeing how anxious Garry looked. He laughed as he threw the white porcelain doll directly to the floor.

Upon reflex, Garry lunged forward and caught the white porcelain doll in his hands. But as he was doing so, he fell heavily to the floor, making a huge noise.

Severe pain radiated throughout Garry's body, but when he saw that the white porcelain doll was unharmed, relief surged in his heart.

Larson was a little taken aback by Garry's sudden action and instinctively stepped back. When he finally recovered, he looked a little embarrassed and annoyed.

"You're really such a bumpkin. Why do you see such a worthless thing as treasure? Bah!"

Seeing Garry lying there on the floor, Larson sneered and lifted a foot to give Garry a hard kick.

After that, he made his way out of the dorm room.

Garry lifted his head and studied Larson's retreating back 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 white 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 in person. 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 to not 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 now 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."

Right then, Garry thought to himself, 'If my family has money, will Shelly and Larson treat me differently?'

Just as Garry was feeling lackluster, the Rolls-Royce all of a sudden 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?"

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, U-turned 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 dorms 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. 'What other person could've done this? It must've been that bastard, Larson!'

Garry's eyes searched the room and he saw that Larson was lying on his bed with his eyes focused on the ceiling. He appeared as depressed as a drowning dog.

"You..."

Garry made a step forward and was about to lose all control, but another roommate, Clayton Stanley, blocked him.

"Garry, come with me."

Clayton stole a glance over at Larson, dragged Garry out of the room, and whispered in his ear, "Haha, I have some good news for you! Larson's family called him just now. It looks like his family has gone bankrupt and that they owe the bank a lot of money. You see how miserable he is right now? He originally came from money and now he's just some poor guy."

"Larson's family is now bankrupt?"

"Haha, yup, that's right."

It looked like Clayton was taking a lot of pleasure in Larson's unfortunate circumstances. He said, "Let's see if he's still so arrogant in the future."

After sharing this bit of gossip, Clayton no longer wanted to have anything to do with Garry, the infamous poor guy from their class, so he made his way back to the dorm room slowly.

Garry stood there flabbergasted as he thought to himself, 'Today is such a good day that good news is arriving one after another.'

His phone chimed of an incoming call right then. He took it out of his pocket and saw on the screen that it was an unknown number.

Garry answered it suspiciously and he could hear a strange but kind voice coming from the other end of the line.

"Mr. Garry Smith, I just want to introduce myself. I'm Allard Hewitt, the new housekeeper to the Smith family."

"Allard Hewitt?"

Garry remembered his father saying something about Allard contacting him soon.

"Yes, Mr. Garry Smith. Are you happy with the gift?"

"What gift?" After thinking things over, it finally all clicked in Garry's mind. He asked, "Were you the one who made Larson's family go bankrupt?"

"Yes. It was my doing,"

Allard said in a calm voice.

"Since the son of the owner of a small company dared to go up against you, we made them go bankrupt as revenge."

Garry was shocked to the core. He had no clue that his family was so awesomely powerful.