Mighty Super-rich Heir

Chapter 2 Saying Goodbye

Word Count: 737 | Released on: 30/09/2022

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o these scumbags. He also didn't want his father

. Live well!"

. He cursed at him immediately. "Fuc

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ll to the ground, causin

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o action. In no time, Garry was surrounded.

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a man. He didn't even groan or beg the

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fer the sum of three hundred thousand dollars to his account within t

nt grinned evilly. "If he's a minute late in transfe

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ed at Garry who was still lying on the gro

sn't hold you dear to his

th to say a word. He just la

evil grin widened. He picked up his

good his threat, a loud noise

was

he gate of the factory to chec

lowed by a gust of wind. The next second, several bri

their eyes from the blinding light, many

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“Ever since I was a child, I had always been poor. Every time I came home from school, I would be met with the sight of my father busying himself in the kitchen. From my earliest recollection, I would always remember my father wearing his old factory uniforms in the house. His hair was snow-white and he had very dark skin. He would usually smoke cheap cigarettes and the car he drove around was a Santana which was a real wreck. Despite all our hardships, my father threw himself into his work for 18 years and raised me to his best abilities, and I ended up not disappointing him as I managed to get into a very good university. Because I came from poverty, I had to work a part-time job in order to pay the high tuition fees. I knew my classmates must've looked down on me because I was so poor, but I did my best to not let that bother me. On the day of my 18th birthday, my father announced that he was going to give me a birthday present and that he would bring it to me in person. That day I saw my father in a new light. My father's coarse snow-white head had turned shiny black. He had replaced his tattered clothes with expensive Givenchy suits, and he even wore a Patek Philippe watch around his wrist. The old Santana was now a limited edition Rolls Royce. I stared at my father with bewildered eyes and asked him in an incredulous voice, "Dad, is our family really the richest in the world right now?" My father took out a Mayan Sicars cigar worth $500,000, lit it, and blew out a smoke ring. "Son, I know you've suffered a lot for the past 18 years, and I feel ashamed that I couldn't have provided more for you. I want you to take this ten million as pocket money first. You can ask me for more later if it's not enough!"”