Chapter 1

Felix's POV

Alicia Ellison had never met a man with a persevering kind of grit.

Andrew Stephens clawed his way into this elite private academy overseas on scholarships and part-time jobs, and he never once bowed to the rich and powerful.

To Alicia, that was exceptionally attractive.

I did consider pursuing her myself and making her fall for me instead. But unfortunately, Alicia had simply met so many rich, privileged young men that there was simply no substitute for a resilient, broke student like Andrew.

I was poor too, but unlike Andrew, I was completely money-driven, and she didn't like that either.

As her paid personal companion, I was supposed to keep her company. But with her an ocean away from our home country and growing withdrawn, I started to worry about losing my cushy, high-paying job.

So I took the initiative to befriend Andrew.

We were the only two poor students in the whole university, so he was much friendlier to me than to the trust-fund crowd.

But the second I asked him to check on Alicia, he immediately flung the beer in his glass right in my face.

"I can't believe you're also one of her lackeys! Felix, money and status shouldn't sway you, and poverty shouldn't make you lose your principles. Would it kill you to stop groveling at that rich woman's feet?"

I wiped my face. I wasn't even mad. It was true that I didn't have his stubborn sense of pride. I only got close to him in the first place because of money.

I'd put up with every kind of dirty look imaginable over the years just for the sake of money, so one drink to my face was nothing. But after that, Andrew refused to see me again, and that was a real headache.

Alicia wasn't interested in the privileged young men who thought they could win her over with love.

And someone as money-hungry as me would be even more beneath her.

But Alicia's mother, Nora Booker, had said she'd pay anyone a million dollars if they could get Alicia to speak. She never mentioned how it had to be done.

As such, I decided to say something that shocked everyone. "Wasn't it just last night that you were calling me 'Daddy' in bed?"

"That didn't happen!"

Everyone was stunned.

Alicia froze for a second. She then went bright red and lowered her head.

But I'd already gotten the whole thing on camera.

Nora called me immediately. "Felix, I knew I hadn't misjudged you. Sending you with her to Marokia back then really was the right call.

"Keep it up. I'll give you another million dollars for every sentence she says. And if you cure her for good, I'll give you 100 million dollars."

My eyes lit up instantly. When I saw the money in my bank account, I hugged my phone and kissed it repeatedly.

After my shock tactic got Alicia talking, word of me quickly spread throughout the entire social circle.

From depression to selective mutism, I had no shortage of wealthy families asking me to make house calls. And, clearly, my method worked like a charm.

The second they heard something filthy come out of my mouth, even the most withdrawn heiresses would immediately turn bright red and blurt out, "I never said that!"

And so, amid everyone's stunned looks, the parents' flushed faces, and their daughters' embarrassment, I happily accepted the generous payments from their families.