The Glorious Life Of Mr. Smith

In Room 505 of the boys' dormitory of Orlando University

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

Garry Smith lowered his head and apologized.

A week ago, while in the dormitory, Garry accidentally broke his roommate's expensive watch.

Garry was not a man who would shirk his responsibility. Larson told him that the water was the latest model of Tissot, which cost him nearly ten thousand dollars. He wanted Garry to pay for the damage within the week.

"Really? You want me to give you fucking more time? If you don't have the money on you, why don't you ask your family for it?"

The man who spoke harshly was Larson Foster. He had his hair parted in the middle and dressed in fashionable attire

"Are you an orphan or something, Garry? If both your parents are dead, I can think about giving you some more time."

"You went too far this time, Larson." 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?

"Ha-ha, look at you. You're so poor, you can't afford it. 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."

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

Faced with such humiliation, Garry clenched his hands into fists at his sides and ground his teeth, but because he was 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 watches, but I don't like having my things damaged by others, especially by the likes of you, a poor person!"

After finishing speaking, Larson reached out, grabbed a cute porcelain piggy bank from Garry's desk, and intended to throw it to the floor.

"No!" When Garry saw this, he was so angered that his eyes seemed about to pop out of their sockets.

The porcelain piggy bank was the first gift Shelly Brooks, his childhood sweetheart, gave him when they had feelings for each other. It was the most cherished memory for him.

"Ha-ha!" When Larson saw Garry's reaction, he laughed smugly and smashed the porcelain piggy bank to the floor heavily.

Garry pounced on Larson, but it was too late. The porcelain piggy bank hit the floor and broke into a thousand pieces.

"Garry, you should give me interest for the delay in paying me back. Since I'm a nice person, I won't charge you for it. Are you grateful? Ha-ha!"

Larson walked out of the dorm room while laughing out loud.

Garry banged his fist on the floor, his eyes filled with hatred and grievance.

"Money! What I need is money! More money! Why is it so hard to live an ordinary life without money?"

When Garry walked out of the dorm, Larson was nowhere to be found.

As Garry was walking on the busy street, he felt very aggrieved and confused. He had no idea what he had done wrong and why Larson treated him so viciously.

"Just because I don't come from a rich family?" he murmured.

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.

This time around, his father's voice was filled with joy and vitality, vastly different from his usual tone weighed down by life.

"Son, today just so happens to be your 18th birthday. I need to tell you something. I'm the richest man in the world and have a personal net worth of trillions."

"All right. Since you're the richest man in the world, why don't you transfer a hundred thousand dollars to me right now?"

Garry felt helpless upon hearing what his father said.

His father was almost forty years ago, and yet he was so childish and like bragging.

Garry's father remained silent for a while.

Garry knew that his father was poor and unable to give him a hundred thousand dollars.

Just as Garry was about to change the topic and smooth things over, his father sighed.

"Garry, it's all my fault. You have lived a poor life for eighteen years, and now you don't dare to ask for money. This is a bad habit and you need to unlearn it. A hundred thousand dollars is nothing to us. I'll transfer ten million to you as a small birthday gift."

After saying that, Garry's father hung up the phone.

Garry shook his head and smiled bitterly. "I can't believe it! Dad is becoming better and better at bragging. He sounded like a hundred thousand dollars is a small amount."

At this moment, his phone buzzed and he got a notification from the bank.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the message on his phone screen displaying the notification that a hundred thousand dollars had been transferred to his bank account.

"No way! This must be some scam!" Garry took a deep breath, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

"Wait! Maybe this is real!"

Thinking of this, Garry became excited and immediately found an ATM.

He inserted his bank card and input the PIN. The balance of his bank account appeared on the screen.

"A-a hundred thousand dollars! This is real!"

Garry was so nervous that his lips trembled. His hands and legs were shaking uncontrollably.

He was frightened; he had never seen such a large amount of money since he was a child.

"Oh no! Did Dad steal the money from somewhere? This is a large sum of money! Will he stay in jail for the rest of his life?"

Garry found a quiet corner where no one else was around before calling his father.

As soon as the call connected, he cried with red eyes, "Dad, where did you get the money? Did you break the law?"

His father laughed at the other hand of the line. "Ha-ha! Your reaction is the same as mine when I first found out our family was rich. Garry, trust me. Our family is indeed rich!"

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

While listening to his father, Garry's mind was a mess.

"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.

There is a rule in our family that children must live a poor life before eighteen years old, so I didn't tell you the truth.

I will go to Lingate to meet you soon. Right now, I have to go to the Middle East to talk about an investment worth tens of billions of dollars. Got to go!"

After his father hung up the phone, Garry stared at the phone in his hand in a daze.

A long time had passed, and he finally came back to his senses.

"Fuck! My father is the richest man in the world! I won't need to eat cheap food every day. I will eat bread with lobsters! Wait! Why am I still thinking of eating bread?"

After a while, Garry finally cooled down. Larson's hateful face appeared in his mind.

"Larson Foster! How will you react when you know I am rich now?"

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

However, Larson hadn't come back yet.

Another roommate, Clayton Stanley, waved at him when he saw Garry. "Have you heard of that?"

"What?" Garry was confused.

"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. He originally came from money and now he's just some poor guy."

"Larson's family is now bankrupt?" Garry asked in disbelief.

"Yup, that's right." It looked like Clayton was taking a lot of pleasure in Larson's unfortunate circumstances. "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 famous poor guy from their class, so he left the dorm room after reminding Garry that they had classes this afternoon.

Garry stood there, flabbergasted. Today was such a good day that good news came one after another.

His phone chimed with 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. Smith, I just want to introduce myself. I'm Allard Hewitt, the new butler to the Smith family."

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

"Yes, sir. Are you happy with the gift?"

"What gift?" After a while, it finally all clicked in Garry's mind. "Were you the one who made Larson's family go bankrupt?"

"Yes. It was my doing," Allard said in a calm voice. "Since Larson dared to go up against you, I made his father go bankrupt as revenge."

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

Allard was so efficient!

This was the first time that Garry realized just how powerful his family was.

"Larson Foster."

Garry muttered the name of his classmate and gritted his teeth.

This classmate of his was a bully who oppressed him every single day just because he was poor.

Larson had suddenly become poor too.

As far as Garry was concerned, it was karma that finally came for him.

But Garry wasn't going to let things slide even though it seemed like fate was punishing Larson for his sake.

When he saw that there was still time before the next class began, he seized the opportunity to do something very important.

He went straight to the bank close to the school.

The moment Garry returned to the classroom, the attention of all his classmates was fixed on him.

They all looked at him with their eyebrows knitted. They were confused by the sack on his back.

"Garry, is that a trash bag?"

"Tsk tsk! How disgusting can you be? It's bad enough that you are carrying such a dirty thing on your back. Why did you bring it into the classroom?"

The students scolded Garry with expressions of disgust and disdain.

At this moment, a hoarse voice came. "Garry, you broke my watch. Where are the ten thousand dollars that you should pay me?"

It was Larson.

His face was a little pale and his eyes were slightly red. It seemed like he still hadn't recovered from the shock of his family going bankrupt all of a sudden.

"What a shameless fellow Garry is!"

"Yeah! He broke Larson's watch. It's only right that he pays for it. Why does he look like he's reluctant? Shame on him."

For the thousandth time, all the students went against Garry.

Larson said in a loud voice, "Garry, when will you give me the money? Are you going to be a deadbeat?"

Under the gaze of all the students in the classroom, Garry dropped the sack on the floor. He untied it and took out a relatively small bag from the sack.

With a smug smile, he walked up to Larson's desk and slowly emptied the contents of the small bag on his head.

The sound of coins falling filled the entire classroom.

Larson had just been bathed in countless coins.

His eyes widened, and his face was astonished.

"I owe you ten thousand dollars for the watch. However, I subtracted the fifty dollars you owe me after I washed your clothes for you a few days ago. The rest of the money is here. Please take it and don't pester me for it anymore,"

Garry said, looking down at Larson, who was still seated with a shocked expression on his face.

"Do you want to die, you idiot?" Larson finally got over the shock and banged his fist on his desk.

The entire classroom was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

The other students held their breaths and stared at Garry in astonishment.

They couldn't believe that the coward in their class could dare to do such a thing to Larson.

Clayton Stanley was even more shocked by what happened.

He pounded his desk and stood up. He then asked in disbelief, "Where did you get so much money, Garry? Did you steal it?"

"Steal? Garry is a chicken. I think he sold his body to one of those old women!"

A beautiful girl who had long slender legs sprang to her feet and aired her own thoughts.

Garry's eyebrows furrowed as he glanced at her.

This girl was named Celia Benton. She was the most beautiful girl in the class and Larson's girlfriend. She always looked down her nose at Garry. Thus, it didn't come as a surprise to him that she felt he prostituted to get the money.

Not bothering to explain to his snobbish and judgy classmates, Garry came up with an excuse.

"It might interest you to know that I won the lottery."

"Wow!" the crowd exclaimed in surprise.