Revenge of the Richest Man

Revenge of the Richest Man

Darb Jahan

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For five years, Farris was despised by the Chen family. Everyone in the Chen family thought that they could walk all over him, and his mother-in-law even wanted her daughter to divorce him. His wife was the only one who always appreciated him and stayed by his side. Farris just wanted to hold her hand and give her the whole world. One day, in order to rebuild the welfare house where he had grown up, he swallowed his self-respect and asked the Chen family to lend him some money. But all he got in return for his request was their endless ridicule and abuse. Unexpectedly, his biological father contacted him out of the blue and gave him five hundred billion dollars as his inheritance! In an instant, the luxury hotels and sports cars that countless people dreamed of became his property. It made his mother-in-law beg, "Farris, please don't leave my daughter!" Even the old lady who was the head of the Chen family knelt in front of him. "Farris, you're the only one who can make the Chen family prosper. Please help us."

Chapter 1 Inherited Five Hundred Billion Dollars

"Your mother's health is deteriorating.

She has to undergo surgery tonight!

The procedure will cost three hundred thousand dollars.

The fees must be paid before five o'clock.

Without surgery, she won't make it through tonight."

The doctor's remarks struck Farris Leopard like a bolt from the blue.

His body trembled, and he almost fell to the floor.

He went back inside the ward with a heavy heart.

Looking at his foster mother lying on the hospital bed, Farris' eyes turned red.

Her hair was grey and her face was wrinkled, showing her age.

Color had faded from her face, and her breath had become labored.

Seeing her calloused hands made Farris feel bad for allowing this to happen to her.

It was this woman who brought Farris up and paid for his college fees.

He owed his life to her.

He straightened up the sloppy blanket for her and sat there for a long time before leaving the ward.

The moment he walked out of the ward, Farris took out his phone and called his mother-in-law, Charis Walker.

"My foster mother is in a critical condition. Can you lend me three hundred thousand dollars..."

Before Farris could finish his words, Charis cut him off.

"You're such a loser! Shouldn't you be the one giving me money since you are my son-in-law?

I already ignored the fact that you've never brought home even a single penny, now this?

You have the nerves to borrow money from me, huh?

Well, I'm not as coldhearted as you think I am.

I'll lend you the money you need if you agree to divorce Sheila.

Otherwise, there's no way I'm going to help you!"

"You know I can't divorce Sheila."

Perhaps it was because of mixed emotions that Farris sounded as if he was on the verge of breaking down.

"Then just watch your foster mother die.

Don't ask me for money again!"

After saying that, Charis ended the call.

It didn't matter to her whether Farris' foster mother would die or not.

All she wanted was for him to divorce Sheila.

Hopeless, Farris could only sigh.

He and his wife, Sheila Jackson, were classmates in college.

They had been together for four years until they decided to get married as soon as they graduated.

That was how much they loved each other.

Marrying a woman from the Jackson Family, which held assets worth hundreds of millions of dollars and had several companies, was not easy for a man from a mediocre family-like Farris.

Getting married to Sheila meant living with the Jackson Family.

For years, he had been the object of scorn and ridicule from everyone around him.

He was not allowed to get a job and was required to stay at home to do household chores.

He even had to ask his mother-in-law for money if he needed to buy groceries.

But as long as Sheila was happy, Farris didn't care about what others thought of him. Money and power didn't matter to him at all.

All that mattered to Farris was that Sheila wouldn't leave him.

No matter how useless he looked in the eyes of the Jacksons, as long as he could do his duty as her husband, he wouldn't mind.

However, his foster mother's serious illness brought him back to reality.

Without money and power, there was nothing he could do to save the person he loved.

In the middle of his self-loathing, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared at the door of the ward.

Out of breath, Sheila made her way to Farris, clutching a bag in one hand.

She was still wearing her office attire, so he figured that she had come here straight from the company.

"Honey, this is..."

Looking at the money in the bag, Farris' brows furrowed in confusion.

"I've heard that your foster mother is in desperate need of medical care.

I... I don't have much money.

I only have fifty thousand dollars in my bank account.

It's the money I've been saving up for myself over the last few years.

You can use it for now."

"No, this is your savings. I can't take it!"

Farris shook his head in refusal.

He knew how practical Sheila had been all her life.

She usually went out by the subway and avoided eating at expensive restaurants to save up.

Although Sheila came from a very wealthy family and didn't have to lead a remarkably frugal existence, the Jackson Family was composed of many people.

The current head of the family, Faustina Jackson, had three sons and each of them took charge of family subsidiaries.

Among them was her eldest son, Quincy Jackson, who was Sheila's father.

He was in charge of Sheila Cosmetics, but it had the worst business among all the Jackson Family's subsidiaries. Therefore, Faustina wasn't fond of Quincy's family at all.

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Revenge of the Richest Man
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Chapter 1 Inherited Five Hundred Billion Dollars

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Chapter 2 The Heir Of The Leopard Family

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Chapter 3 Sheila Has Agreed To File A Divorce

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Chapter 4 Divorce Agreement

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Chapter 5 Kneel Down And Apologize

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Chapter 6 Show You No Mercy

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Chapter 7 Clown Mask

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Chapter 8 Little Game

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Chapter 9 The Mystery Man

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Chapter 10 Ines Jackson

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Chapter 11 Kneel And Apologize

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Chapter 12 Mr. Leopard

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Chapter 13 Sky Corp.

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Chapter 14 Two Things

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Chapter 15 Luka'S Crazy

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Chapter 16 The Ceo'S Office

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Chapter 17 The Ice Queen Of The Company

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Chapter 18 Start From The Root

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Chapter 19 A Deal With The Sky Corp.

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Chapter 20 Humiliate Farris

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Chapter 21 Held Her Hand Tightly

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Chapter 22 Summon All The Members Of The Family

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Chapter 23 A Gathering With A Despicable Purpose

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Chapter 24 Faustina Came To Invite Sheila

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Chapter 25 Kneel Down

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Chapter 26 Punished Your Uncle Sean

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Chapter 27 Million Dollars Sean Had Lost

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Chapter 28 A Kiss On Farris'S Cheek

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Chapter 29 The Sky Corp. Announced The Partnership With Sheila Cosmetics.

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Chapter 30 Zachary Campbell

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Chapter 31 Beautiful Girl

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Chapter 32 Imperial Hotel

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Chapter 33 Cancel All The Business Deals That Sky Corp.

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Chapter 34 Zachary Trembled With Fear And Regret

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Chapter 35 Ines Cried Desperately

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Chapter 36 Buy A Car

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Chapter 37 Farris'S Black Card

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Chapter 38 A Cullinan Worth Five Million Dollars!

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Chapter 39 Mr. Leopard

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Chapter 40 Emmett

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