The Poorest Billionaire

"I hate to break it to you, but your mother's condition is getting worse by the second. She must have the operation tonight! The operation bill is three hundred thousand dollars. You must pay it before five o'clock this afternoon. If not, she won't get operated on and she can't make it through tonight!"

The doctor's words hit Horace Warren like a bolt out of the blue. His legs suddenly felt wobbly and he staggered back.

He left the doctor's office and walked back to his foster mother's ward, dragging his feet slowly.

Caylee Potter was lying motionlessly on the bed at this time. A painful lump went up to his throat as he stared at her. Wrinkles filled her deathly pale face. Her hands were riddled with calluses. More so, her breathing was extremely weak.

Horace knew that she had suffered a lot for so many years. She had worked hard in the welfare center day and night. Raising a child was difficult, but she still did it. She fed, clothed, and even sent him to school with her meager salary. Her needs took the back seat just because she wanted to raise him well.

With tears in his eyes, he straightened the messy quilt and tucked her in bed well. He sat on the edge of the bed for a long time before walking out.

Once he was outside, he took out his phone from his pocket and scrolled through his contact list. It took a while before he found his uncle's number and dialed it.

"Hello, Uncle Maxwell. My mother is seriously ill. Please can you lend me three hundred thousand dollars..."

"Why should I lend you money? Don't you have money?" Maxwell Potter cut him short before he could finish speaking.

"Uncle Maxwell, you know I'm just a student. How can I have money?" Horace choked with sobs.

"So what? How is being a student an excuse to be broke? Use what you have to get what you want. Sell your kidney! Three hundred thousand dollars is chicken feed. You can earn it within hours. You just need to work smart, not hard. I have given you a priceless piece of advice. Don't call me again!"

Maxwell hung up the phone before Horace could say anything. He didn't even care about Caylee's life even though she was his blood relation.

Horace felt a pang of pain in his heart at this moment. This period was even more difficult because he had no one to support him. Holding his chest, he squatted on the lawn for a long time. Later, he went back to the oncology department.

"Horace!" A weak voice called out to him as soon as he entered her ward.

"Mom!" Horace replied, staring at the thin woman with sunken eyes and sallow complexion on the bed.

"Horace, please don't beg for money again. The pain is too much. I don't want to live anymore!"

A glint of frustration and struggle flickered in her eyes and her eyebrows furrowed in pain. She already looked distant from this world.

"Mom, please don't say that. Everything will be fine! Didn't you say you wanted to witness my wedding day and play with your grandchildren? It's not time to do that yet. You have to live for me. How do you expect me to live in this cruel world without you? Don't speak like that anymore!"

"Yes, I want to see you settle down and start a family of your own!" Caylee's face hardened as if she was feeling severe pain or struggling. Her body suddenly went stiff.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Please talk to me!" Horace held her and tears welled up in his eyes in an instant.

The heartbeat monitor gave a loud warning and the pulse line began to drop at a fast rate. Horace's shout alerted the nurses and doctors who rushed in and wheeled Caylee to the intensive care unit.

A strange and empty feeling overwhelmed Horace as he watched them wheel her away. It felt as if she would never come back. He ran after them in fear. However, he wasn't allowed into the intensive care unit. He could only pace about in the hallway restlessly.

It was after ten minutes that one of the doctors walked out of the unit and said to Horace, "We managed to stabilize the patient's condition for now. But we were on the brink of losing her this time. She wouldn't make it past tonight if we don't operate on her. I advise that you look for the money for the operation or begin to say your goodbyes."

Horace's heart dropped to his stomach instantly. His blood ran cold and he suffered a splitting headache at this time.

"Oh God! Why is this happening to me? The person I care about the most in this world almost passed away just now, but I couldn't do anything about it! I'm such a loser!"

Horace pounded his fists on the wall in anger and blood seeped out slowly.

"Come on, Horace. Swallow your pride. Set aside your hatred for him and save your foster mother's life first. There's still hope. Use your last resort even though you don't want to!" Horace urged himself.

After wiping his tears, he took out his phone and scrolled to the number he had blacklisted.

He was about to ask for the help of the person he hated the most.

This person was responsible for his biological mother's death. However, he had to set aside his hatred because he wanted to save his foster mother by all means necessary.

"Hello, Mr. Warren?" A familiar voice came through from the other end of the line. It had been about a year since Horace heard this voice.

With a trembling voice, Horace went straight to the point. "Yes, it's me. I'm not calling you because I want to forgive my father. I will never forgive him. It's just that I'm now willing to accept my identity as the heir of the Warren family!"

"Wow! That's great, Mr. Warren. Your father will be very happy to hear this news. Where are you now?"

"I'm at the Rinas Infirmary!"

"Okay, wait a minute, please. I'll be there in a jiffy!"

The person on the other end of the line was Raul Warren, one of his father's most trusted aides and the manager of the Warren family's business empire.

Raul hung up the phone excitedly.

He had been waiting for a whole year to hear this reply from Horace. This was good news. Thus, he didn't hesitate to run down to the Rinas Infirmary.

Thirty minutes later, a Rolls-Royce drove through the gate of the hospital and went straight to the parking lot.

A man in a black suit got out of the car majestically. His hair was slightly gray, but he was tall and noble. He was Raul, the trusted aide of Horace's father.

His intimidating aura and hastiness attracted the attention of everyone. He took giant strides into the oncology department and went to look for Horace.

"Mr. Warren!" Raul bowed respectfully.

Horace's heart skipped a beat and his face reddened instantly. He wasn't used to this kind of reverential treatment. He pulled Raul aside and warned, "Don't show me so much respect outside."

"Okay, your wish is my command, Mr. Warren. Have you really decided to accept your identity as the heir of the Warren family?"

"Yes, I accept it." Although Horace nodded confidently, there was a hint of sadness in his tone.

"Finally! Your father would be so happy to hear that. Anyway, he has transferred some pocket money to your account as a welcome gift."

"Pocket money?"

Horace looked at him doubtfully before taking out his phone to confirm. To his great surprise, he saw an alert of one hundred million dollars. His account now read one hundred million and three hundred dollars.

He knew that his family was filthy rich in Antawood, but it never occurred to him that his father would send such a whopping amount as pocket money. It seemed like a dream. But it was real!

"Mr. Warren, the money is just the tip of the iceberg. Your father has also transferred all his companies in Rinas to you. Each of them is worth more than a hundred million dollars. They are all yours now!"

Raul gingerly handed over the transfer documents to him.

'Goodness gracious! I haven't gotten over the shock of the money sitting in my account, but he's dropping another bombshell!' To calm down, Horace took a deep breath before scanning through the names on the document. These companies were from different kinds of industries in the city. And each of them was the best in their fields of this city. He had no idea that they belonged to the Warren family.

Raul handed over all the necessary paperwork to him before leaving.

Wasting no time, Horace took the bank card and went to pay for his foster mother's medical bills.

All of a sudden, his phone rang out. The call was from his girlfriend, Amaia Todd. He quickly answered the phone.

"Hello, Amaia. What's up?"

"Horace, just listen to me. Your mother is currently down with cancer. It takes a lot of money to cure such a terminal illness. You are also busy attending to her. I'm a young woman. I need love, care, and attention. Please, I don't want you to drag me down. Let's break up!"

Amaia practically dropped a bomb on Horace. Her words echoed in his ears several times in a split second. Sadness instantly replaced his relaxed mood.

Their relationship had been stable since they started dating. He loved her with all his heart, and he thought she did too. He couldn't understand why she wanted to break up with him out of the blue.

'Did I do anything wrong? Why did she want to break up with me? Was it because of money?'

Several assumptions stalled in Horace's mind, but he waved them off. A part of him felt that she was just pulling his legs.

He quickly took a taxi and went straight to the apartment complex where Amaia lived.

In front of the gate, he met with a shocker. Two young people were standing there-Amaia was with a strange man.

The man was dressed in expensive designer clothes and shoes. He also had a pricey watch on his wrist. Everything he had on probably cost nothing less than one hundred thousand dollars.

Amaia saw Horace standing there with his mouth agape. With a disgusted expression, she asked, "I thought I made it clear that we are done. What are you doing here?"

Ignoring her questions, Horace looked at the strange man and asked, "Who is this man?"

"Oh, let me introduce you to Addy Moran, the son of the CEO of Cloud Logistics Company. His annual salary is one million dollars. He also has many expensive properties. A poor loser like you is nothing compared to him!"

Disdain was written all over Amaia's face. She held Addy tightly, pressed her breasts against his chest, and gave him a French kiss.

Horace's mouth and eyes widened more. An immeasurable pain surged from his heart and traveled to the rest of his body.

He had dated Amaia for a whole year. They had never been intimate or shared a brief kiss before. But here she was tongue kissing another man!

'Oh my God! Has Amaia been cheating on me since? Did she keep me in the dark and pretend to love me? How did our strong relationship become so broken overnight?'

The kiss lasted for a long time. When they were done, Addy looked at Horace from head to toe and sneered, "I used to wonder what kind of man Amaia's ex-boyfriend was. I thought he was a sophisticated man. But it turns out you are a poverty-stricken loser. You don't deserve her at all!"

"Fuck off! Don't poke your nose into our relationship. It's none of your business. Leave my girlfriend alone!" Horace shouted with his eyes icy cold.

"You..."

Addy was short of words for a while. He was highly respected by many because of his high social status. No one had ever shouted at him in this manner.

When he got over the shock, he burst into a peal of mocking laughter. With a condescending smirk, he said, "Money is not a problem for me. Now that Amaia is dating me, she can buy whatever she wants. It doesn't matter if it's the latest Chanel bag or iPhone. I can get it with just a snap of my fingers. On the other hand, you are a poor man from the trenches. What can you do for her? Humph!"

Immeasurable fury blazed in Horace's eyes at this moment. Addy's words reminded him of the insults and ridicule he received from his former high school classmates. Their mocking laughter and harsh words rang out in his ears. It was driving him crazy.

"Get the hell out of here!"

Horace kicked Addy to the ground.

Today had marked a turning point in his life. He had assets worth billions of dollars to his name.

It was about time he stood up for himself. All those insults he previously tolerated would no longer be overlooked.

Addy quickly got up with embarrassment. His face was red and his eyebrows were furrowed.

Pointing at Horace, he warned, "Bastard, you have crossed the line. You'd better kneel and apologize to me this very second. Otherwise, you will not live till tomorrow!"

Amaia was also livid. She pointed at Horace and commanded angrily, "Kneel and apologize to Addy now. If you refuse, you and your mother will be in big trouble!"

Without flinching, Horace took out the couple photo of him and Amaia from his wallet. He then took out a lighter from his pocket.

Shaking his head with disappointment, he stared at the picture and then exhaled deeply. It seemed like he vented all the grievances he had suffered in the past at this moment.

Horace lit the lighter.

Afterward, he put it under the picture.

The fire engulfed the picture in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, Horace felt as if an invisible chain had broken. An inexplicable feeling replaced the hurt he had in his heart. He had never felt so relaxed before.

He would no longer endure any form of humiliation from anyone.

Addy had been confused when he saw the fire. He shouted, "Are you crazy? Why did you burn that picture in my presence?"

A deliberate smile appeared on Horace's face as he stared at them.

The smile amazed Amaia momentarily. She had never seen him behave like this before. He was the sweetest during their relationship; he never got angry no matter what anyone did to him, but he had never worn this beguiling smile on his face.

Now, his temperament had completely changed. The anxiety, confusion, and sadness that used to be in his eyes were nowhere to be found. The deliberate smile was the only expression plastered on his face. It was as if he had everything under control, or had something up his sleeves for them.

"Amaia, for your information, I have been able to get the money for my mother's medical bills. This is not to say that I want you back anyway. There's nothing between us now. You are my past!" Horace uttered expressionlessly.

The flames burned very fast. In a trice, the picture was reduced to ashes.

"Why should I kneel and apologize to you? That's ridiculous!"

Horace blew the ashes on Addy's face on purpose.

The latter was taken off guard. The ashes sprayed on his face and expensive clothes.

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you today!"

Addy went ballistic. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to attack him.

But Horace was too quick for him. His hand was caught mid-air and he was given a hot slap on his cheek.

The sound of the slap was so loud.

Addy's head forcefully turned sideways due to the impact. A red palm print instantly appeared on his right cheek. One of his front teeth fell to the ground immediately. He was so embarrassed when he saw this.

"You... I will skin you alive!" Due to his broken tooth and bloodied mouth, Addy couldn't speak clearly. He looked so miserable. His eyes turned red and he rushed over again.

"Shut up!" Horace gave him a hot slap on the left cheek this time.

Another palm print appeared on his left cheek.

This slap sent him to the ground this time. He looked up with tears in his eyes.

Addy had a very bad addiction to alcohol, cigarettes, and drugs. All those made him frailer and weaker than an average man. Besides, he didn't work out at all, so he wasn't a match for Horace.

"Oops! I'm sorry. It's just a habit that I have. Whenever I slap someone, I always make sure both cheeks have an equal share!" Horace pressed his fingers on his lips in mockery.

"You've gone too far!" Addy held both cheeks and ran away, crying profusely.

"Baby, please don't go!" Amaia tried to stop him from leaving.

"Horace, mark my words. You haven't seen the last of me. I'll pay you back in a hundred folds!" Addy threatened amidst sobs without looking back.

The way Addy left after the brouhaha made Amaia scared. She didn't want him to cut all ties with her because of this incident. She couldn't afford to lose him. In a fit of pique, she shouted at Horace, "You son of a bitch, this is all your fault. Why did you offend my boyfriend? How could you be so stupid? Now, I will have to suffer for your sins when you should be the only one bearing the brunt!"

"So what? I'm earnestly looking forward to his revenge!"

Horace straightened his clothes and held his head up high. He had no iota of fear.

"Aargh! You are so arrogant. Fine, I'll sort it out myself. But I bet that you would die a miserable death on the street tomorrow. Say hello to God for me!" Amaia uttered furiously.

Rolling his eyes, Horace retorted, "Don't worry about me. I'm certain that I'll live longer than you!"

"You..."

Amaia held her chest as she gasped heavily. She was so angry that she didn't know the right words to say to him. Her anger was mixed with shock this time around. Horace never talked back at her in the past.

But today, it seemed like he had transformed into a whole new person. He not only retorted, but also dared to fight against Addy. 'Is this the same Horace I dated? What's wrong with him today?' she pondered in confusion.

"It's useless trading words with you. You had the balls to slap Addy today. You have stepped on the lion's tail. If you don't go and apologize to him, you will be in hot soup! Your arrogance would only land you six feet under!"

Amaia spun on her heels and went into her apartment angrily.

Horace let out a menacing laugh as he stared at her back. He wasn't afraid of anything. After all, he was now the boss of many top companies in Rinas. He could destroy the Cloud Logistics Company with just a snap of the fingers. Addy was nothing but an ant to him.

Amaia's betrayal made him feel both sad and relieved.

Horace had been putting up with her excesses just because he loved her. If he ended up marrying such a woman, his life would be a disaster.

"Snap out of it, Horace. This is not the right time to be thinking about such an unimportant person. I need to go back and keep my mother company!" Horace advised himself and regained his composure.

He then took a taxi back to the hospital.

The doctors and nurses were preparing for the surgery at this time. Caylee had already been changed into a patient theater gown and she was still in the ICU.

Horace held one of her hands and comforted her softly. He stayed by her side throughout the preparatory process.

At five o'clock, she was wheeled into the operation theater. The surgery lasted for two hours.

It was a successful one. The Warren family had contacted the hospital and ordered that all hands be on deck for the surgery. The surgeons were the best. No mistake was made.

Horace was relieved. Looking through the transparent window of the ward, he stared at his foster mother who was lying on the bed in a coma.

"Mom, although we aren't related by blood, you have cared for me since childhood. Now it's time for me to repay your kindness for the rest of my life," he muttered.

His phone suddenly rang.

There was no caller ID and the number looked unfamiliar.

Horace's instincts told him that the caller was up to no good, but he still answered it.

Addy's cold and vicious voice wafted into his ear the next second.

"Horace, I'll give you one more chance! If you don't want anything bad to happen to your mother and you still want to have your legs by tomorrow, go to the abandoned chemical plant in the western suburbs tonight!"

He then hung up the phone.

Horace frowned immediately.

This latest threat made his blood boil.

His mother was his beloved family. She was his everything.

The poor and timid Horace who swallowed all the insults and groveled at people's feet was dead and buried. He was now powerful enough to stand up to any bully.

Clenching his phone tightly, Horace closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He repeated the following words determinedly, "I'll no longer tolerate any oppression. Anyone that threatens me or tries to hurt the people I love will pay the price. It's time to fight back!"

Several minutes passed before he opened his eyes. There was a cold glint in them. An indifferent smirk was plastered at the corners of his mouth.

"Addy, I let you go last time, but you are so ungrateful. The battle line has been drawn. I'll kick your ass!" Horace declared, staring into space.

Outside the ICU, Horace immediately put a call through to Raul. He asked him to investigate Addy's assets and to send some people that would accompany him to the River Hotel.

Raul was very efficient. He didn't slack off at all. It took him only ten minutes to complete the task.

Thirty minutes later, Horace arrived at the River Hotel with five bodyguards dressed in black. These bodyguards were trained by the Warren family. Each of them was strong and skilled in fighting.

They were assigned to Horace for his maximum protection.

"Mr. Warren, you don't have to stress yourself in dealing with a mere nobody like him. We'll go and catch him," suggested one of the bodyguards.

"I know teaching him a lesson would be a piece of cake, but I want to do it myself and warn him that I'm not a man to be trifled with. Just make sure you don't reveal my identity while we are there!"

With these words, Horace wore a clown mask. He didn't want to expose his true identity just yet.

Wealth usually came with fame. And fame wasn't what he wanted. He didn't want anything to affect his normal life.

Judging by the story he heard about his father, money and power had turned him into a monster. His attitude was part of the things that led to the death of his biological mother.

Horace didn't want to turn out like his father. All he wanted to do now was to shield his foster mother from any potential harm. He couldn't just stand by and do nothing after Addy threatened him with her life.

They left the hotel and went straight to the abandoned chemical plant in the western suburbs. The warehouse door was closed at this time.

Horace kicked the door hard and waited for Addy to answer.

The iron door slowly opened from inside after a while.

Addy, who had a smile, walked out with three strong men in blue uniforms.

The badge on their breast pockets showed that they were all workers of the Cloud Logistics Company.

The sight of the men standing outside the door with Horace wearing a mask stunned Addy. His smile disappeared in an instant. "Who are you?" he asked in horror.

"Well, you can call me Mr. Warren!"

Horace gave him a hard kick and he stumbled back.

The Warren family's bodyguards swung into action immediately. They rushed into the warehouse and subdued the three workers with very little hassle.

"Mr. Warren? I don't even know your family! I'm Addy Moran, the son of the CEO of Cloud Logistics Company. You'll get into big trouble if you harm me!" Addy struggled with a ferocious look on his face.

"Of course, I know that your father owns the Cloud Logistics Company. You are the exact person I'm looking for!"

Horace gingerly locked the door and then walked up to Addy. He deliberately changed his voice, so his identity would remain hidden.

"What the hell do you want?"

Addy's forehead broke out in a cold sweat. His body also trembled. He could see that they were ill-intentioned. It was even scarier because they were outnumbered now. He would have peed in his pants if his family didn't own the Cloud Logistics Company.

Horace sat on a chair and crossed his legs. He then took out a piece of paper that was filled with words.

"Addy Moran, twenty-four years old, loves gambling and having sexual relations with married women. On the 15th of August last year, under the guise of promoting the employee named Alvin Lynch, you slept with his wife Camilla Lynch at the Alorith Hotel. Fast forward to the 14th of February this year, you got Dana Campbell drunk in the River Hotel and had sex with her. She is the wife of the head of the Sea Bank. On March 18th, you made an appointment with your sister-in-law, Zoya Moran under the guise that you would lend her some money for your brother's treatment. But like the beast that you are, you raped her in your car at the Phoenix Mountain..."

The list of married women that Addy had sexual relations with went on and on. Every detail from the date, time, and place was accurate.

Addy was shocked to the bones.

'Oh my God! How did this guy dig up such private information? Even the police would never be able to make such findings. Who the hell is this masked man?' He trembled as he racked his brain tirelessly.

"How... How did you obtain this information about me?" Addy couldn't help asking.

"How I find out is not important now. The most important thing is that I need to use this information to send you to jail where you belong!"

Horace flicked the paper to taunt him.

"What do you want? Please tell me!" Addy pleaded as sheer panic and fear made his pupils contract.

"Well, I want to play two simple games with you," Horace answered, stretching out two of his fingers.

"What games?"

"The first one is a Q&A game and the other is a dice-rolling game. You need to answer my question first. If you give me a wrong answer, you will be punished. Now to the first question. Do you prefer gambling or sleeping with married women?"

"I prefer sleeping with married women!" Addy blurted out.

"Wrong!"

The bodyguard close by gave him a dazing slap.

The slap made Addy see stars. He wanted to cry but his tear ducts failed him. He had answered the question correctly. But now that they said he was wrong, he had no choice but to say, "I prefer gambling!"

"You are wrong again!"

The bodyguard slapped him again.

Addy held his cheeks and didn't say anything more. Despite his silence, he still received more slaps.

It was then he finally understood the rules of the game. Irrespective of the answers he gave, he would be beaten.

The game continued for a while. By the end, Addy had been slapped black and blue. His cheeks were swollen as if his mouth was stuffed with food. However, he had to endure the pain and play the next game.

Horace took out a die and a piece of paper and put them in front of him.

More beads of sweat appeared on Addy's forehead. His heart was in his mouth at this time. The details of all his assets and bank deposits were written clearly on the paper.

'Who is this guy? How did he get the details of all my assets?' The sight of this document spiked his curiosity.

"Let's roll the die to see who would get the bigger number. I'll let you go if you win. But in the event that I win, I'll take away one of your properties and also slap you. You go first."

Horace handed the die to him.

'God, please help me!' Addy prayed and swallowed hard. He then threw the die with a shaky hand.

He got five!

Horace picked up the die and rolled it. He got the smallest number, one!

Addy had been wearing a sad face since the torturous night began. Now that he saw the result, a smile appeared on his puffy face.

However, his joy was short-lived. Horace suddenly turned the die over. The result directly changed to a 'six'.

"Yay! I won. Your villa is mine now!" Horace jubilated.

"Eh? You didn't win. Why are you breaking your own rules?" Addy questioned him. He couldn't stand the injustice that was meted out to him anymore.

A slap landed on his face as soon as he finished speaking.

It was so hard that two of his teeth fell out of his mouth.

"Let's continue!"

Horace was having a good time. Through his cheating technique, he won ten times in a row.

Addy received ten more slaps. He couldn't even sit up in the end. He just lay still on the ground with his face so swollen that his mother wouldn't even recognize him if she saw him.

"Addy, let this be a lesson to you that there's always someone more powerful than you."

Horace stood up and walked out with the bodyguards, leaving Addy lying stiffly on the ground like a lifeless dog.

They went their separate ways after leaving the abandoned chemical plant.

Horace finally took off the mask in the taxi. Masking himself had made him feel more powerful. Taking it off was a breath of fresh air. He had accomplished his task tonight.

By the time he returned to the hospital, Caylee had already woken up. Her natural color was gradually returning.

"Horace, where are you coming from at this late hour?" she asked him worriedly.

"It's nothing, Mom. I just went out to get some warm milk so it would warm up your body." Horace put the gallon of milk on the table.

He had just turned into a demon while he was dealing with his enemy. But now that he was in his mother's presence, he was an angel and devoted son.

Caylee was his everything. He liked being with her. And this was why he didn't give a damn about all the bad things his former classmates and ex-girlfriend said about his poor background.

"My child, you suffered a lot because of my illness." Caylee's eyes turned red as she held his hand.

Sparks of emotions flew, so they hugged each other tightly.

Back in the abandoned chemical plant in the western suburbs.

Addy lay on the ground for a long time before he regained his consciousness. He suffered a splitting headache. When he remembered all that happened, his blood ran cold.

The mysterious man had let go of him after he received many hot slaps.

He was about to sit up when he saw that his phone screen was lit. Several messages were popping up. He quickly unlocked the phone.

The first one read, "Mr. Moran, your bank account and cards have been frozen due to some sketchy activities detected."

"Your villa has been sealed up, Mr. Moran. Do contact..." Another one read.

"Mr. Moran, your cars have been..."

The contents of these messages threw Addy off guard. He almost had a heart attack. His bank accounts and cards were frozen. This meant he couldn't withdraw a penny now.

Worse still, all his luxury cars had been seized and his villa had been sealed. He had lost everything.

"Who did this to me?" The moment he muttered that question, an alarm went off in his head. He remembered that the masked man had a list of all his assets.

Inveterate hatred rapidly bloomed in his heart, but he couldn't take revenge. He knew he was no match for the faceless and terrifying devil. He could only admit defeat.

"Whose face is behind that mask? Have I met him before? Could it be that Horace asked him to teach me a lesson? No, it's impossible!"

Addy thought about the possibility, but he waved it aside.

He had Horace investigated this afternoon.

The report showed that Horace was a poverty-stricken student who lived in the slums. His mother was an uneducated woman who worked in a welfare organization and washed dishes.

This was why Addy felt that he didn't have the means to do such.

"It seems that what happened was just a mere coincidence. How dare you stand me up tonight, Horace? Have you no balls? Not to worry. I'll teach you a lesson tomorrow!"

A vicious glint filled Addy's eyes. He planned to vent all his anger on Horace for his suffering today.