After betrayal, Millionaire Returns

r others. One of his jobs was at a small café, where he worked three hours a day. But ever since he

ts. Max worked diligently at the café, delivering orders, his eyes darting nervously in the bustling environment. He suddenly noticed Michael sitting at a corner table with

elt something suddenly block his path. Looking down, he saw Michael's foot deliberately extended at the last mom

gh the café. "You idiot! Is coffee your new shower now?" he sneered loudly, as though a

?" he roared, as though Max had committed a crime. Bowing quickly before Michael and his friends, the

ked Max hard in the stomach, sending h

er have hired you!" the manager bellowed, grabbing Max by his shirt

antly raised his gaze to meet Michael's. "I...

malice. "It better not," he said, extending his foot once mo

s humiliation. "Looks like you didn't apologize t

were all staring at him-some whispering mockingly, others looking on wit

"Good. Now clean up this mess.

d coffee, Michael's friends didn't

s his new profession? A hum

fé, he had to head to his second job-a party for the city's elite, where he worked

ained, Max had no time to rest. The wealthy children at the

houted another, their eyes filled with contempt. "Isn't this the

ts were r

these d

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hair for

y chair tonight!" Max dropped to his knees, holding a drink above his

nd. Pain shot through his hand, making him suspect it was broken, but no one cared. He looked around an

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did well tonight, mop boy," he said with a sneering smile. "But don't forget,

art weighed down by humiliation. All he wanted was to disappear from the world, even

ry moment of humiliation, he vowed silently to himself that a day would com

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Next

ew level of cruelty. The next party was held in a grand villa owned by a wealthy family who happened to be friends of Mi

ment. That night, the guests were celebrating the birthday of one of the rich kids. As

any orders, Michael pointed at him and s

, where everyone was dancing. "I want to celebrate a little differently tonight," Michael said, his voice dripping with ma

our loyal waiter, who also happens to be... the birthday girl's dance partner for the eveni

, where the birthday girl stood surrounded by her friends. "I'm sure yo

nding rhythm. The guests began clapping in time with the beat, all eyes fixed

ve, one of Michael's friends pushed him from behind, causing him to stumb

ng over Max with a mocking grin as he pressed his foot

recording the scene. Another guest approached Max and poured

y trembled, and his clothes clung to him, soaked through. But there was no escaping