Rag To Riches: My Crazy Awesome Life

The sounds of passionate moaning could be heard through the door.

"Nelly, break up with Duncan already," the man said excitedly in between breathless pants. "A poor loser like him doesn't deserve you."

"He still has over fifty grand in his bank account. I'll cut him loose once I get the money."

Despite her vicious words, the woman's voice was soft and sweet.

Then, she said in a pleading tone, "Stop talking, honey. Fuck me!"

Outside the door, Duncan Anderson was holding a delicate gift bag in his hand. His handsome face darkened with anger as he listened to what went on inside the room.

He had just returned to his rental apartment from the shopping mall. Today was his third anniversary with his girlfriend, Nelly Brooks.

He had wanted to surprise her, so he got off work earlier than usual.

But he caught his girlfriend cheating on him.

Worse still was the fact that the man in bed with her was his good friend, Renzo Miller.

"You bitch!" Duncan clenched his fists and kicked the door open.

Sure enough, he found Nelly and Renzo in bed, naked and intertwined. Renzo was sucking on the Nelly's nipple just now.

Startled by Duncan's sudden appearance, the couple sat bolt upright hurriedly.

Nelly looked at Duncan in shock. "Why are you back so early?"

Renzo, on the other hand, was in a total panic. He struggled to pull on his clothes in a hurry, intending to run away.

"Fuck you!"

Duncan kicked Renzo back to the bed and quickly locked the door.

Renzo clutched his bruised stomach and shouted angrily, "What the fuck? You fucking kicked me!"

"What the hell were you doing?"

Nelly screamed and helped Renzo up.

Now that Nelly was next to him, Renzo's anger faded. His scowl was soon replaced with a smug smile.

He took this as an opportunity to slip one arm around Nelly's slender waist. His other hand stretched out to wantonly ravage her plump breasts.

"Duncan, you're an idiot.

You've been with Nelly for three years, yet you kept her a virgin.

Do you know how I was able to sleep with her today?

Because I gave her a Louis Vuitton handbag worth five grand!

You know what? She's quite slutty in bed."

Then he threw his head back and laughed loudly, his harsh voice echoing in the bedroom.

"Oh, don't say that. I love you not because of your money."

Nelly pouted coquettishly.

"Seriously? You slept with him just for a handbag?"

Duncan chuckled bitterly.

Then he looked around the bedroom. Finally, he saw the handbag sitting on the bedside table.

He used to be a salesperson of luxury goods, so he could easily tell at a glance that this bag was a fake.

Duncan sighed and shook his head. "You betrayed me for a fake Louise Vuitton? Nelly, you're so pathetic!"

"Fake? Are you fucking blind?

You poor loser, what do you know about designer handbags?

How could Mr. Miller give me a fake?"

Nelly's face contorted with anger and she pointed a trembling finger at Duncan.

"You're an idiot. All Louis Vuittons showcase mixed colors of coffee, while that handbag is just brown.

Why don't you look at the code in the handbag and check Louis Vuitton's website? You'll find out it's a fake soon enough."

The faces of Nelly and Renzo changed at his words.

Nelly immediately rushed to the table and grabbed the bag. After careful observation, her face darkened. She looked for the code and was about to check the website when Renzo stopped her.

"No need to check, Nelly. It's indeed a fake!

Why would I spend a fortune on you?

You're nothing but a slut to me."

Renzo smirked at her complacently.

"You fucking bastard! You lied to me!"

Nelly leaped forward and slapped Renzo on the face.

Then, she turned to look at Duncan with hatred-filled eyes.

"This is all your fault! I've stayed with you for three whole years but you never bought me a Louis Vuitton!"

"You're the one who cheated on me. How the hell is that my fault?"

Duncan looked at his girlfriend in utter disbelief.

As though she was a total stranger to him.

He felt extremely hopeless to see the unreasonable woman before him.

"How ironic! I was supposed to give you this!"

Duncan took a beautifully packaged Louis Vuitton out of the gift bag.

It was the latest piece and was quite popular, worth around fifteen grand.

"Did you forget? Today's our third anniversary! I was going to surprise you."

Then he opened a ring box, revealing a shiny diamond ring nestled inside.

"I even wanted to propose to you to culminate our three years together!"

As he spoke, a few salty tears rolled down his cheeks.

"But today, I finally found out how stupid I was!"

The room fell silent.

When Nelly's eyes landed on the diamond ring, she was stunned.

"The ring must be worth at least twenty-five grand," she muttered under her breath.

She suddenly snorted with disdain, greedily eyeing the ring and the handbag.

'How could Duncan be so stupid?

He probably used all his savings in the bank to buy that ring!

He could've just given me all that money instead! Then I would've given him my virginity!'

Thinking of this, Nelly felt nothing but regret.

Biting her lower lip, she suddenly tried to throw herself into Duncan's arms.

But Duncan acted quick and dodged her. Nelly collapsed to her knees and pleaded, "Darling, I'm sorry! It was all Renzo's fault. He bewitched me. Please forgive me!"

"Fuck off, bitch! You make me sick!"

Duncan snorted with disgust.

Nelly gritted her teeth angrily. Today, she hooked up with someone who only pretended to be rich. Now, she lost quite a fortune.

But she was not going to give up yet, and shouted angrily, "I wanted this bag a month ago! If you had bought it for me at the time, I wouldn't have even thought about sleeping with someone else!"

Hearing this, Duncan stared at her, dumbfounded.

How could anyone in this world be so shameless?!

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying his best to suppress his anger.

He feared he might kill this woman in the next second if he didn't calm down.

"Come on, Nelly. You are the one cheated on me, but you put all the blame on me. How shameless! Now, get out of here before I kill you," Duncan said in an ominously low voice with a murderous look in his eyes.

Nelly was so frightened that she swallowed and took a step back. Cursing under her breath, she hurried to put on her clothes.

"You damned bastard! I wasted three years of my precious youth on you!"

"Wait."

Duncan stopped her from leaving, his eyes flashing coldly.

He took Nelly's coat and unclasped the necklace around her neck.

"Since you like fakes so much, return these to me. They're authentic."

The coat and necklace were both Chanel. Both of them cost at least five grand.

Duncan had given these to Nelly for her birthday earlier this year.

Feeling dizzy, Nelly nearly lost her balance and had to support herself against the wall.

When Renzo and Nelly finally left the room, Duncan almost collapsed to his knees.

"Three years together, and for what?" he sighed.

Just then, an electronic-sounding voice rang in his mind.

"Tink! Congratulations, master! You have successfully retaliated and humiliated a woman back and won a limited edition Maybach 62S!"

"What?"

With a stunned look on his face, Duncan whirled around to see if there was anyone else in the room.

'Was I hallucinating from the trauma I have experienced just now?'

But before he could think about it too much, his phone suddenly rang.

Duncan saw that the caller was unknown, so he picked up the phone, accidentally tapping the speaker button.

A respectful, steady middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the line.

"Excuse me, is that Mr. Duncan Anderson?

This is Moss Aston, the general manager of the dealership of Maybach.

I'm calling to inform you that the limited edition Maybach 62S you bought will be delivered in five minutes!"

Because he was on speaker mode, the sound of Moss' voice echoed across the whole rental apartment.

Hearing this, Nelly and Renzo stopped abruptly at the door.

Nelly, in particular, whirled around in disbelief.

"What the fuck?! Duncan, how the hell can you afford a Maybach? Oh, my God!"

"Are you that crazy about money? Can't you tell that it's a scammer calling?" Duncan snapped, hanging up the phone impatiently.

Renzo recovered from his initial shock and sneered.

"What'd I tell you, Nelly? Duncan's nothing but a poor loser.

You were with him for three years. Don't you know that?"

Just as he finished talking, a Maybach suddenly roared like a lion outside the apartment.

Everyone in the community was shocked by the Maybach's loud roar.

They all walked out of their apartments, peeking curiously at the luxury car in the street.

Nelly and Renzo were no exception.

All of a sudden, the crowd burst into an uproar.

"It's a freaking Maybach 62S!"

"A limited edition, at that! It costs over ten million dollars!"

"I had no idea we were neighbors with a rich man!"

But Duncan was in no mood to join the crowd.

He sat alone in the bedroom with his head buried in his hands, feeling disheartened by life.

"Today was supposed to be one of the most important moments of my life.

I was going to propose to the woman I loved.

I even fantasized about our children's names!

Why?! Why did this have to happen to me?

God, tell me-

why?!

When did my beloved woman become so disgusting?

What did I do to deserve this?"

Duncan shouted at the ceiling.

There was nothing he could do but vent his anger, sadness, and helplessness.

Just then, the electronic-sounding voice rang in his mind again.

"Tink! Master, your limited edition Maybach 62S has been successfully delivered. Please check!

By the way, I'm the Invincible Rich System and I'm here to help you start a wonderful life!"

The elation in the voice was palpable, as though the machine was trying to comfort the disappointed Duncan.

Duncan smiled bitterly. "Even my hallucination sounds human."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Duncan Anderson there?"

The voice sounded like that of a middle-aged man.

Duncan was stunned. He felt that the voice was familiar. It sounded exactly like the guy on the scam phone call just now.

Was that because the scam phone call failed, so the fraudster came straight to him in person?

"Damn it! Even scammers were so relentless these days!"

Duncan opened the door angrily and saw many curious eyes peering at him.

The corridor was crowded with people.

"Fuck!"

Duncan was so taken aback that he staggered backward two steps, nearly falling to the ground.

A middle-aged man in an Armani suit rushed in to help Duncan up.

When Duncan had steadied himself, the middle-aged man put on a flattering expression.

Duncan felt that the middle-aged man's smile was a little creepy. Squinting, he asked cautiously, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man straightened his crisp clothes and said, "We just talked on the phone."

"So you're supposed to be the manager of the Maybach dealership? Moss, is it?" Duncan asked tentatively.

The middle-aged man nodded and politely gestured towards the door.

"Please follow me to your supercar!"

Hearing this, Duncan swallowed nervously.

Outside the door were countless curious people.

They looked back at him eagerly, as though they were observing some rare animal.

But there was a certain tinge of jealousy in their eyes.

'I wasn't hallucinating. What the voice said in my mind was true. The system actually sent me a Maybach. It's unbelievable!'

Duncan thought to himself. His heart pounded against his chest wildly, and he felt his mouth go dry.

Holding the wall for support, he followed the middle-aged man out of the rental apartment, pretending to be calm.

They walked all the way to the front door of the building.

After weaving their way through the crowd, Duncan's eyes finally landed on a beautiful Maybach parked by the side of the street. It was obviously high tech, with a sleek yet elegant body.

If Duncan could, he would've described this Maybach as "noble".

While other supposedly luxury cars like Mercedes Benz and BMWs, they paled in comparison to this shiny Maybach.

"Are you saying that this is my car?" Duncan asked slowly, his fingers trembling.

Moss smiled at him reassuringly as he took out a document from his briefcase.

"Yes, Mr. Anderson! Here, this is your car purchasing document.

We were more than happy to provide you with an insurance service that only supreme VIPs have the privilege to enjoy.

This car is under a one-year warranty no matter what happens!"

Hearing this, the onlookers all burst into an uproar.

"What the hell?! There's a rich person who lives here?!"

"And he's a supreme VIP of Maybach, too! So even if the car's destroyed, it'll be replaced with a brand new one!"

Duncan took the document from the middle-aged man in a daze and looked through it carefully.

To his shock, the signature on the document was indeed his.

It was exactly his handwriting!

'What a powerful system...'

Duncan marveled in his heart, wondering if the electronic-sounding voice in his head was pure magic.

Trying to suppress his shock, he pretended to be indifferent and said calmly, "Let me check how this car performs."

"Of course, Mr. Anderson. The car is yours after all," Moss said respectfully.

Duncan took the keys. His hand gently reached for the door handle, as if he was touching his lover.

He had never touched an object so carefully before.

As soon as he pressed the button on the key, the car door unlocked with a beep.

Duncan groped for the door knob and pulled the door open before finally getting into the car.

As soon as he sat on its black leather seat, he felt very comfortable, as though it was made just for him.

"This is my dream car," he murmured. "Now my dream has finally come true."

On more than one occasion, he had looked up this car on the Internet.

After all, owning such a limited edition car was the dream of every man.

Curious, he pressed one of the buttons inside the car.

This button was for spraying high-quality perfume into the car's interior.

In an instant, a sweet fragrance filled the whole car.

Its scent was like a breath of fresh air with a hint of sweetness. It was almost therapeutic, and Duncan suddenly felt unprecedentedly calm.

Inside the car, Duncan was busy enjoying the luxury brought about by the Maybach.

Outside the car, all the people in the community stared at him with envy. They wished they could drag Duncan out and try sitting in the car themselves.

Then, Duncan tested the gas. The Maybach roared to life like a lion.

The car sped to the end of the street nimbly. Then, with a graceful turn, the Maybach drove out of the community, gradually disappearing from everyone's sight.

When the car was completely out of sight, a depressing atmosphere hung over the community.

"Who was that handsome guy? Does anybody know him? Please introduce him to me!"

"I'm pretty sure he lives next door to me. He already has a girlfriend, so you'd better give up fantasizing about him."

"What?! Who's his girlfriend? She must be living a happy life!"

"Oh, she's right there!" the neighbor shouted and pointed at Nelly, who was trying to hide her face in the crowd.

Everyone in the community turned to her expectantly.

The other girls looked at her with jealousy.

The corners of Nelly's mouth twitched and she smiled back at the crowd awkwardly.

She usually enjoyed the attention.

But now, she was on the verge of breaking down.

'Was that asshole kidding me? I just broke up with him and he got a Maybach! What the hell?!'

Nelly was so angry she wanted to explode.

She turned around and looked at Renzo, her eyes filled with hatred.

When he met her burning gaze, Renzo flinched and wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Who could've expected such a turn of events?

He had thought that Duncan was a nobody!

How the hell did he become super rich in the blink of an eye?

If Renzo had known this earlier, he never would've dared to sleep with Duncan's girlfriend!

Hell, he might've even given his own girlfriend to Duncan!

Renzo hurried to his red BMW, which was worth over a hundred thousand dollars.

Suddenly, the deafening sound of the Maybach's roaring engine came towards them.

Everyone could hear it.

When they turned towards the sound, they saw that the noble Maybach was rushing straight towards Renzo.

Countless people screamed and the crowd scattered immediately.

Many people closed their eyes. They couldn't bear to witness the impending bloody scene.

The next moment, a screech of brakes was heard.

Right before a collision between the car and the human, the Maybach screeched to a halt-five centimeters away from Renzo.

Renzo was scared shitless!

His legs buckled from underneath him and he collapsed to the ground.

His trousers were wet, and dark yellow puddle formed on the ground around him.

He was so scared that he had peed himself!

Realizing this, he jumped to his feet and ran to the side as fast as he could.

His face went as white as a ghost, and he stuttered, "You- You attempted to murder me! Duncan, you went too far! How dare you!"

"I'm the one who's gone too far?! Are you kidding me? You were the one who was in my bed, fucking my girlfriend just now- even on our anniversary! Now tell me, who the fuck went too far?" Duncan said in a sonorous voice, attracting everyone's attention.

Up until that moment, the onlookers had thought that Duncan was nothing but an arrogant and domineering rich man.

But when they heard this, they all turned to sneer at Renzo in disgust.

Moreover, Nelly, who everyone had been jealous of just now, was also the object of their glares.

"Is this woman an idiot? She cheated on her boyfriend to sleep with that pathetic man?"

"Maybe she loves that guy! Anyone would do anything for true love, right?"

"True love? Bullshit! If I were in her shoes, I'd rather cry in a Maybach than laugh in a BMW!"

Amidst the crowd's heated discussion, Duncan rolled down the car window and waved at Moss, who was watching the drama at the road.

Duncan smiled.

"Moss, you said that this car is under a one-year warranty, right?

What if I ruin another person's car?"

"If the car's worth less than three hundred thousand, the insurance company will cover the costs!"

As soon as Moss finished speaking, he had a bad feeling about this.

"Okay, Renzo. Keep your eyes peeled!

I'll show you what it really means to 'go too far'!"

Duncan started backing the car away.

Other people looked at Duncan curiously.

Suddenly, the sleek Maybach rushed towards the red BMW.

The scene was comparable to an elegant cheetah pouncing on a helpless little rabbit.

Bang!

The Maybach crashed into the red BMW mercilessly.

The latter lurched from the impact and the whole car was deformed.

Despite such a violent crash, the Maybach looked relatively unharmed, if not for a couple of dents and scratches here and there.

They got what they paid for.

Plus, upon impact, the airbag inside the car instantly inflated, protecting Duncan from harm.

So Duncan was completely unscathed!

"Ha-ha! That was awesome!"

Duncan chuckled and got off the car.

"Moss, I hope you'll help me fix this," he said cheekily.

Stunned, Moss had no idea how to answer him.

He was on the verge of breaking down, too!

His client was a lunatic!

Rich people were crazy!

Renzo had fallen on his knees once more, his eyes full of fear when he looked at Duncan.

The crowd watched and held their breath as Duncan slowly walked back towards his apartment.

Just then, a graceful figure suddenly rushed out and stood in front of him, blocking his way.

It was Nelly.

Nelly's face was full of regret and sadness. She suddenly knelt down on the ground and begged him for forgiveness.

"Honey, I'm so sorry!

We've been together for three years. I love you!"

Nelly cried loudly. She looked so sad and pitiful.

"Get out of my sight! I never want to see you again! Since the moment you cheated on me, there's no way I'd want to be with you!" Duncan said coldly, shooting daggers at her.

If looks could kill, she'd be dead right now.

Nelly had witnessed Duncan's crazy behavior just now. And now, seeing the chilling look in his eyes, she shivered with fear.

Half an hour later, Duncan had packed up his stuff and went downstairs.

He had called a taxi and planned to leave for a day.

After all, what happened just now had caused a sensation, drawing the attention of the entire community. Now, he needed to lay low for a while.

Leaning against the backseat of the taxi, Duncan pulled out his phone and unlocked it.

There were countless missed calls on the screen.

All of which were from Nelly.

Duncan sneered and immediately blocked her.

"Sir, please take me to the nearest five star hotel," he said to the driver curtly.

When Duncan was dropped off at the hotel, he checked in and enjoyed the delicious food in the hotel's restaurant.

He dined on lobster and steak, dishes he had always wanted to try before. In the past, he had balked at the exorbitant prices of these foods.

Finally, when he was full to the brim, he retired to his hotel room.

He sank into the soft bed, basking in the smooth linens. He felt as though he was lying in the clouds.

"This hotel bed is better than my bed," Duncan sighed.

Then, he calmed down and tried conjuring the mysterious voice in his mind.

The moment he concentrated, melodious music that sounded like the introduction to a video game started to play in his mind.

Then, the mechanical voice sounded again.

"Congratulations, master! You have successfully bound to the Invincible Rich System! With this system, you can do anything!

Your next mission is as follows: if you successfully humiliate a woman, you will be rewarded according to that woman's occupation! This mission can be repeated three times!"

When Duncan heard the familiar voice again, he grew very excited.

"I can do this three times?

Are you saying I should humiliate two more women?

But who will be my next target?"

Duncan felt a little helpless. He couldn't deliberately find fault with just any woman, could he?

So he decided to tinker with his phone for a while.

Duncan started browsing through his social media, trying to relax and unwind.

Because he was in a good mood, he decided to post something.

He uploaded a couple of photos of the hotel and captioned the post with, "A happy breakup!"

Later that evening, he ordered complimentary red wine and food via room service.

He sighed. This was the life.

Now that he was enjoying these beautiful things brought by his money, for the first time in his life, Duncan felt that living was really a wonderful thing.

This night, he slept soundly. The following morning, he woke up and felt unprecedentedly energetic.

Yawning in bed lazily, Duncan reached for his phone to check for notifications.

Just then, his phone pinged. It was a message from Tanya Foster, a good friend of his from high school.

The two of them had kept in touch over the years and had a good relationship.

"Do you still remember your first girlfriend, Florrie Torres?

She wants to go on a date with you after seeing your post.

Are you interested?"

When Duncan read this message, his heart skipped a beat as he pictured the cute girl in a white dress standing at the school gate.

She had an innocent face coupled with an unapproachable temperament.

Her plump breasts and buttocks gave her a beautiful, curvaceous figure.

In that white dress, she seemed to be the only pure human in this dirty world.

"I'd like to catch up with her. After all, so many years have passed."

After sending this message, Duncan took a deep breath and grinned at the ceiling like a fool.

"Okay. See you at the Star Cafe at 3."

Duncan immediately replied, "I'll be there."

Now that that was settled, Duncan clenched his fists and jumped on the bed like a little boy who had gotten a candy.

He couldn't help but have high expectations for this date.

Duncan carefully picked out the clothes he would wear for his date, wanting to leave a good impression on the girl who was like a goddess in his eyes.

But after searching for a long time, he found that he didn't even have any expensive clothes.

He had spent all his money on the hotel room, the diamond ring, and the Louis Vuitton handbag.

He only had ten grand left to his name.

It was unwise to spend the rest of his money on clothes for a date.

"I could earn more money through the system," he suddenly muttered.

"Only when I show my first love my most perfect side can I have no regret!"

After thinking about it for a while, Duncan decided to postpone the date first.

So he called up Tanya for a while.

The two of them had a good relationship back in school.

Duncan felt comfortable enough to be honest with her. He told her that he was short of good clothes and didn't want to lose face in front of his first love.

Tanya chuckled.

"Duncan, why are you so honest?

Just rent an expensive suit and a luxurious Lamborghini.

Impressing Florrie should be your priority."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Duncan said hesitantly.

Tanya continued to taunt him, "Don't you want to get together with your first love? Come on, Duncan! It's time to be bolder."

"Fine. I'll do it." Duncan took a deep breath and added, "Don't forget to keep it a secret for me."

"Don't worry. My lips are sealed." Tanya smiled.

After hanging up the phone, Duncan called Moss and asked about the state of his car.

The car wouldn't be ready until four o'clock in the afternoon, so taking the Maybach to his date was not an option.

"Forget it. Just do as Tanya said," Duncan told himself.

"I can use the system to make money later. I'll buy my own suit and drive my own Maybach then.

I know Florrie will forgive me."

So Duncan set out to find a suit and a Lamborghini to rent.

After getting everything ready, Duncan drove his rented Lamborghini to the coffee shop.

As soon as Duncan made it to the door of the cafe, he saw Florrie sitting by the window.

She was wearing a white strapless dress today, her thick, curly hair hanging over her beautifully sculpted shoulders.

She was almost thirty years old, but she still looked as young and energetic as a teenager.

He didn't expect that after all these years, she would still look drop-dead gorgeous. Heck, she even looked better than before. Her mature charm was quite alluring.

Duncan grew excited and was about to step into the cafe.

But all of a sudden, he stopped abruptly in his tracks.

Only then did he notice the man sitting next to Florrie.

Instead of keeping a friendly distance from the man, Florrie leaned towards him, chatting with him intimately. She even stroked his arm from time to time!

They were close and looked like a couple.

'Isn't Florrie supposed to be here for our date? Why did she bring a man with her?'

Duncan couldn't help but frown, but eventually, he shrugged off his worries.

Perhaps he was just overthinking things.

After hesitating for a long time, Duncan finally stepped inside the cafe and went to the reserved table, wearing an unreadable expression.

"Sorry, I'm late," Duncan said curtly.

"It's okay. We've just arrived ourselves," Florrie replied sweetly.

She then leaned against the man's shoulder, glancing at Duncan with an inexplicable smile on her face.