1 Chapter 1

"Get up!"

A cold voice rang in Chuck Cannon's ears. The next

second, the quilt on him was completely lifted.

Chuck rubbed his eyes and looked at the woman. He

sighed and felt a little uncomfortable.

The beautiful woman in front of him was Yvette

Jordan, who was four or five years older than Chuck

was. She was adopted by Chuck's grandfather and

was groomed to be his bride since young.

But since his grandfather's death, her attitude towards Chuck had become more and more terrible.

"You useless piece of trash, your face even pisses me off!" Yvette's beautiful face was full of disgust.

"..." Chuck frowned and tried not to take Yvette's

words to heart.

"Let me tell you, I have done my best to support you.

If you don't behave yourself, I will chase you out of

this house."

Chuck put on his clothes and clenched his fists. "But

you are my wifey!"

"No, I'm not. It was your grandfather who forced me

to marry you. Did he ever ask me if | agreed? If I had

a choice, how could I marry a good-for-nothing like

you!"

Chuck put on his clothes and stood in front of Yvette.

"Wifey...."

"Don't call me wifey. I'll warn you for the last time.

The money that you use to eat and drink now is all

mine. If you dare to call me wifey again, I'll let you

die on the streets." Yvette snorted coldly and looked

at Chuck with disdain. "But I'm sure that a trash like

you won't be able to survive on the streets for long."

Since grandpa left, such humiliation was no longer

strange to Chuck. His fragile self esteem had been

almost crushed by Yvette. Sometimes Chuck even

doubted whether he was really a piece of trash.

"Um... Wife... Yvette, I don't have any money."

Chuck took a deep breath. He was just a freshman

this year, and Yvette was not only a university

lecturer, but also owned a company. She was a rich

person.

"Look at yourself, you look like a beggar. It's

disgusting!" Yvette looked at Chuck disgustedly.

Then she took out 200 dollars from her bag and

threw it on the ground. She turned around and left.

Looking at the money on the ground, Chuck

clenched his fists.

In the end, he didn't pick up the money on the

ground. He walked out of the house with his

remaining self-esteem.

Yvette's BMW drove out of the garage as Chuck

stood by the roadside and watched. He was in the

same university as Yvette, so they were heading in

the same direction.

However, Yvette's car didn't stop and drove past

Chuck."Get out of here and take the bus. A piece of trash

doesn't deserve to ride my car." After saying that,

Yvette stepped on the accelerator and left.

Chuck gritted his teeth and looked at the BMW that

had disappeared at the end of the road. His eyes

were slightly red. "Yvette, you've gone too far."

He was penniless now. His lunch money these days

was borrowed from his classmates, and today was

the day for him to return the money. Unfortunately,

the two hundred dollars were too "burdensome"

, and

he couldn't pick it up...

When he arrived at school, his worst fears came

true.

As soon as he walked to the school gate, Chuck

happened to meet a student who lent money to him.

Lara Jean was buying milk tea outside the school

gate. When she saw Chuck, who was in a state of

loss, she reached out and said,

"Chuck, it's time to

pay back the money, isn't it?"

Chuck wanted to bury himself out of shame.

He scratched his hair and said with embarrassment,

"Well... give me one more day, I'll do part-time work.

I'll pay you back the money latest by tomorrow!"

"No, how long have you been delaying? You have to

return the money to me today!" Lara said coldly, and

there was no room for negotiation in her tone.

Chuck sighed. "But I really don't have any money

now..."

"You don't have money to ask your parents for it?

Are you an orphan?"

"You!" Chuck clenched his fists tightly. For as long

as he could remember, he had been living with his

grandfather. He had never seen his parents before.

However, being called an orphan by Lara made him

feel even more uncomfortable.

"You're really an orphan? Well, I'll give you an

extension until this afternoon, but you have to pay

me four hundred. If you don't pay me back, I'll ask

my boyfriend to bring someone to deal with you!"

Lara warned and left.

Chuck stood still in his tracks. He was extremely

sad. He had enough of such humiliation

Just as Chuck was thinking about what part time job

he was going to do, his phone rang.

Chuck looked at the caller ID and saw that it

turned out to be a foreign number. He was afraid

that it was probably a swindler.

However, when he thought of the online

recruitment of mercenaries in Syria which was

quite popular recently, offering 8000 dollars a day,

he became interested again. Although he knew it

could be a scam, if it was true, he would definitely

go to Syria without hesitation.

"Hello." Chuck greeted.

Unexpectedly, a flurry of words in Mandarin from

on the other end of the phone,

"Chucky, Tam your

mother!"

"..." Chuck was stunned.

He first felt that he had been made fun of others, but

then he felt extremely sad. How could he have a

mother?

"Chucky, don't blame me. I had no choice but to go

abroad these years, but now I can finally return

home. I will try my best to make up for the lost time

with you. I will transfer five million dollars and you

can use it first. If it is all spent, call me."

The strange conversation ended in a weird

atmosphere. As soon as the call ended, a message

arrived.

"Your account with the ending number 0123 has

been credited with 5,000,000 dollars, and the current

balance is 5,000,000.83 dollars."

Chuck was dumbfounded. His mother, whom he

had never seen before, actually gave him five

million dollars?

He looked at the text message and counted the

zeros, again and again, repeatedly confirming it

more than a dozen times, and then went to the ATM

machine to check if it was correct. He was ecstatic!

That was five million!

What more, it was his mysterious mother who

casually gave him pocket money. Even Yvette who

was busy with her business had less than one million

dollars including her car and her savings!

Chuck giggled and walked to the campus.

At this time, Yvette, who was going to the public

building for class, said with disgust after seeing

Chuck,

"Why aren't you in class but instead laughing here stupidly?"

"I'm not going to class anymore." Chuck stood where

he was and watched Yvette quietly.

Yvette felt a little strange. She seemed to see a

confident look in Chuck's eyes. Isn't he still the

useless piece of trash? How dare he argue with her?

Yvette was angry. "How dare you talk back to me? If

you have the guts, don't come to my house today!"

Chuck was also tired of being treated coldly by

Yvette. He said disdainfully,

"I'm not going back, I'll

sleep elsewhere."

"Is this a joke? Now that I have five million dollars, I

don't need to look at Yvette's unhappy face

anymore." Chuck thought to himself.

"You! Great! I'd like to see how brave you are. From now on, if you dare to enter my house again, I'll

break your legs!"

Chuck ignored Yvette and directly turned his back

and left the school.

Yvette stomped her feet angrily, but she couldn't do

anything about it, so she turned around and went to

class.

Chuck, who had left school, took a taxi to the real

estate agency in the city center.

With this sum of money, the first thing Chuck wanted

to do was to have his own house.

After pushing the door open and entering, the

real-estate agency employees did not pay attention

to Chuck who was dressed ordinarily. This kind of

person was either looking for a part-time job, begging for food, or the type who wasn't interested in buying

anything but just trying to enjoy the air conditioned

room.

Later, when the manager of the store came out of the

office, those lazy employees hurried up and asked,

"Sir, what do you need?"

"To buy a house."

"To buy a house?" Natalie Xavier's big eyes

narrowed. She stared at Chuck carefully for a long

time. She had been a real estate agent for so long,

but she had rarely misjudged someone.

There may be one in a thousand customers who

would buy a house at less than 20 years old like

Chuck, but all of them wore branded suits and drove high-end sports cars.

"Sir, for your information, the cheapest house in the

city is around 12,000 per square meter. Are you sure

you want to buy it?" Natalie didn't want to waste time

on this kind of person, so her tone became impatient.