I'm The Master Of My Fate

Chapter 1

My girlfriend was always aloof and indifferent, never showing me any warmth. We had been together for three years, and even the slightest accidental touch would make her tear up as if deeply offended. I thought she was pure and virtuous, so I cherished and loved her even more. But then, she turned around and ended up in bed with her childhood friend.

On the eve of our engagement, she wanted to buy a car. When I went to pick her up, I got into a car accident. I called her, but it was her childhood friend who answered: "This Ferrari is just average, barely acceptable!"

My girlfriend gently comforted him, then impatiently yelled at me, "You're such a loser! Never mind, just transfer another two million to me. Xander still needs a bit more for the car."

I closed my eyes in despair. When I opened them again, I found myself back on the day Noreen wanted to buy the car. I couldn't wait to rush to the dealership to see their disgraceful behavior.

"Why are you dawdling? Aren't you here yet?!" Her sharp voice almost pierced my eardrums. I had been reborn, back to the day Noreen wanted to buy the car. In my previous life, it was because of this phone call that I lost focus and crashed into a large truck on the side of the road.

This time, I ignored her yelling and hung up the phone, carefully avoiding the truck. Buy a car? Ha, two broke people daring to step into a Ferrari dealership. I floored the gas pedal and sped to the dealership, eager to see how they would embarrass themselves.

As soon as I arrived at the dealership, I saw a Rolls-Royce parked at the entrance. It was a gift from my dad when I graduated. After receiving the car, Noreen had always been the one driving it, while I drove a company business car.

I parked next to the Rolls-Royce and got out of the car. A manager-looking person came out of the showroom. "Hey, that Volkswagen can't park here! Only luxury cars come and go here, you can't afford to scratch them!"

I pointed at the Rolls-Royce. "Isn't he afraid of scratches?"

"Their annual insurance alone could buy your car. Move it to the back lot!"

The back lot was two kilometers away. "Is this how you treat customers?"

The manager gave me a once-over. "You look like you can't afford anything here. You're just here to take pictures for Moments, right? I've seen plenty like you. Move along, move along!"

I looked down at my cheap T-shirt and ripped jeans. I did indeed look nothing like a rich second-generation heir.

I had no choice. My family gave me a monthly allowance of 150,000 dollars, all of which I spent on Noreen. She insisted on carrying limited-edition bags. A single Hermès crocodile skin Birkin bag cost 100,000 dollars. She said she needed matching clothes, so I went into debt to buy her Chanel. She loved Japanese cuisine and insisted on eating it at least three times a week. I was living paycheck to paycheck, and the clothes I was wearing were a gift from a roommate three years ago.

Despite all I did, Noreen never saw it. Once, she forgot her phone, and I saw her venting to her best friend: "The so-called Mr. Adams is nothing more than a lapdog at my side. He can't even compare to my senior, Xander..."

In my previous life, I was completely devoted to her. I always thought that since she agreed to date me, she must love me. How laughable! She only saw me as a fool and a cash machine. I foolishly gave her my heart, only to feed it to the dogs!

Remembering that I had important matters to attend to today, I didn't argue further with the snobbish manager.

As I walked from the parking lot, Noreen called again, this time lowering her voice. "Ryland! Get over here now! If you're not here in ten minutes, don't bother showing up at all!"

She often threatened me like this, and it always worked. I was afraid she would get angry and ignore me, so I always complied, indulging her increasing demands.

When I entered, the snobbish manager was serving them. The two of them were sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee, with the manager's face full of flattery. "You've seen enough. If you ask me, let's finalize the purchase today. We have cars in stock! But... you'll need to pay an extra 50,000 dollars for the spot."

Noreen, clinging to Xander, sneered, "I thought it would be more. A mere 50,000 dollars? We'll take the car!"

Jorge's lips trembled as he asked again, "Are you... sure you want it?"

Xander put on a stern face. "What are you talking about! She is the fiancée of Mr. Adams from the Adams Group. Buying a car, let alone the entire showroom, is a piece of cake for her!"

Chapter 2

Jorge was so excited he could barely speak. Today, he had the fortune of meeting a big shot. Everyone knew the Adams family was incredibly wealthy, and it was rumored that even the tiles in their home were made of gold.

It was said that Mr. Adams ordered his cars directly from abroad. Who would have thought Jorge would have the honor of serving Mrs. Adams?

He was grinning from ear to ear. "Mrs. Adams, please wait a moment. I'll have someone prepare the contract right away. Toby, hurry up and serve the customer some desserts and refill the coffee. Are you blind?"

After saying this, he nodded and bowed as he walked away, so excited that he tripped. If he could secure the Adams Group as a client, would he ever have to worry about his performance again?

Everyone in Aldcrest knew Mr. Adams doted on his fiancée. Serving her well was equivalent to securing Mr. Adams. Thinking about Mr. Adams ordering all his cars from him in the future, Jorge was ecstatic. That would be a lot of money!

Lost in his happy thoughts, he bumped into me. Seeing it was me, he waved me away impatiently.

"Don't get in the way here. Go, go! If you offend the VIP, I'll call security!"

Noreen waved at him. "Let him through!"

Jorge looked at me, puzzled.

Noreen scolded me harshly. "You're such a slowpoke! Did you bring the money? Hurry up and follow Jorge to swipe the card!"

Jorge glanced at me. "The driver is late? Luckily, Mrs. Adams is kind-hearted. Anyone else would have fired you by now!"

I asked Noreen, "Are you buying a car?"

She rolled her eyes at me. "What else? Can you stop being so annoying with your questions?"

"Spending my money, and I can't even ask? You don't have any money but want to buy a car. You're more useless than a trash can!" I turned to leave.

Noreen was taken aback by my words. After all, I had been diligently catering to her every whim for years and had never refused her before.

Xander stepped in, trying to play the good guy. "Noreen is upset, and it's hard to calm her down. Listen to me, buy the car first, and then apologize to her. This will all blow over. It's just two million; no need to make a fuss."

Ha, I remembered when I first met Xander. He was arguing with the cafeteria lady over a piece of braised pork. In just a few years, he could now casually mention two million. The Adams family had indeed made him rich.

"If it's just two million, Mr. Robinson, why don't you pay?"

Xander looked awkwardly at Noreen.

Noreen stood up abruptly. "Do you think we can't afford it? If you don't want to pay, don't humiliate us. Get lost! I never want to see you again!"

Just then, Valerie came over with the contract. "The total is 2.35 million. Who will be swiping the card?"

Jorge squeezed over, giving me a disdainful look. "A driver acting so high and mighty. If you dare treat Mrs. Adams like this, Mr. Adams won't let you off!"

"Don't worry, she won't become Mrs. Adams."

Jorge ignored me and led Valerie to Noreen, flattering her. "Do we even need to ask? Of course, it's Miss Lin. Look at him; does he look like he has that kind of money?"

Noreen handed him a black card, giving me a haughty look. It made me laugh. She thought she was so high and mighty, but she was still spending my black card.

Good thing I canceled all her cards before coming here.

Sure enough, within two minutes, Valerie's voice came through. "This card has insufficient funds."

Jorge immediately pulled her aside. "What's going on? Do you even know how to swipe a card? If you offend the VIP, you're done! Just causing trouble, let me do it!"

Valerie looked aggrieved.

Jorge walked over to Noreen.

"Sorry, Miss Lin, let me swipe it for you!"

"Sorry, insufficient funds..."

"Sorry, insufficient funds..."

"..."

Chapter 3

19.9.

After swiping the card three times, it still showed insufficient funds.

Jorge was sweating bullets. "Miss Noreen, perhaps you could try another card?"

Noreen glared at him. "What kind of store is this? Your card machines are useless!"

"Yes, yes, of course!" Jorge responded with a forced smile.

Noreen, with her head held high,